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AKA the “I’m three seconds away from taking off my costume so lemme steal Mary’s flower crown and see if I can make Nicki laugh” selfie.
This was texted to me Sunday morning and I laughed so hard I think I scared everyone in the convention center.
Not having Agent Coulson in Winter Soldier was a criminal oversight.
YOU ARE VERY WELCOME.
marchingjaybird theorized that Nat would be having a really, REALLY hard time growing accustomed to the fact that the man she had loved so much was back, but it wasn’t him anymore, and Bucky just couldn’t deal with that.
So in a drunken stupor, and you know that’s gotta be a lot of booze, Clint and Bucky devise a plan to break into the Smithsonian and steal the Hope Diamond, because if Buck brings that back to Nat, she’s gotta know he’s still her man.
Plus Clint keeps saying something about how the old lady threw it into the ocean at the end of ‘Titanic’ so Bucky figures yeah, it’s gotta be special.
So they hijack one of the few Quinjets that Tony bought from the government after SHIELD took a shit and died, hit up DC, and make a fuckin’ mess of things. They’re the opposite of stealthy, Bucky completely forgets the diamond, and Clint hoofs it out of there with an armful of dinosaur bones. Because dinosaurs are cool. And Bruce would like them. Because science.
So they’re stuck in a tree outside of the Museum of Natural History when Cap, Nat and Sam finally catch up with them. Steve is so dissapointed, Sam tries to get the bones from Clint which dissolves into a screaming match and so many double-entendres, and Nat…
Nat looks at the idiot in the domino mask with the metal arm and figures she could probably learn to love this lost soul, too.
Okay so I’m thinking Clint and Bucky are super not going to get along at ALL once Bucky is done bugging out and comes crawling back home, and Clint comes back from the twilight zone or wherever the fuck he is.
Because who the hell is this blonde fucker with the bow and arrow who thinks he’s soooo close to Natasha and he’s got all these mission in-jokes with Steve and of course he knows Sam from seeing him around DC.
But see, Clint is the only one that doesn’t give a shit. He’s going to call him Ivan, and Vlad, and Dmitri, and he’s going to laugh like a donkey when someone makes an old man joke. And he’s the only one that doesn’t walk on eggshells around the arm. Tony’s talking shit about a big green rage monster, and Clint’s making jokes about a one-armed man that killed his wife*.
And it’s really nice. Because Steve hovers a lot, and Bucky can’t always deal with that. And for the first year or so, Nat always gives him this sad stare when she thinks he’s not looking. Because Steve got his Bucky Back, but James…James is gone. James was made by Hydra, and her James is gone. Bucky, she’s getting used to, but James isn’t coming back.
And sometimes Buck just needs to get the fuck away from that. He needs to go and spar with someone that eagerly turns up the visceral, angry, anti-establishment music, someone that can take a punch and someone that can fight dirty, someone that’s not afraid to scream, between spitting out mouthfuls of blood, that he’s going to rip that goddamned futzin’ metal arm right off you and beat you with it!
Because I can’t help but feel that two scrapping, skinned-knees kids that grew up dirt poor, did what they had to in order to survive, lost whoever was close to them, had their entire world upside down, found one hell of a companion in a certain red headed lady, hero-worship a big blonde dude, and know what it’s like to have someone else pulling on your strings, and making you hurt the people that you love…
I can’t help but feel like they would be pretty good friends. Eventually. You gotta warm to Clint.
*He has no earthly idea what Clint is talking about until they sit him down and make him watch The Fugitive, and then every thursday is Tommy Lee Jones action movie night from then on.
WHAT THE JUNK. You can now buy this print on, well, fukkin everything!
yo thanks freyastormborn for screaming this as we spilled out of the theater on thursday night.
Captain America 3: Someone Should Really Call Clint I Mean Seriously Like Half His Stuff Was Still At SHIELD…