Winterhawk, please? Where Clint is due to HYDRA/Loki/smb else get wings. Thank you for this!
“We have him,” Steve said. Bucky, who was their eye in the sky as Tony had called it, sighed relieved.
“How is he?” Bucky asked and then he frowned. Steve was quiet for a very long moment.
“You… uh… you should see it yourself,” he said.
“Can I come down?” he asked and Tony confirmed it. They had taken out all the AIM guards and only the scientists were still here but the Avengers had arrested them and SHIELD agents were here already to lock them up.
“You definitely should come down,” Sam said and somehow he sounded amused. Someone said something in the background but Bucky couldn’t understand it. He was worried and as fast as possible he hurried to the edge of the building where Tony waited for him. He helped him off of the building and Bucky turned around, handed him the rifle and started to walk. And then to walk faster. And then to run until he was in the building.
Natasha was in the entrance hall, aiming her gun at a few of the AIM guards who were still alive.
“They’re in the basement but… Bucky…” she said, stopped herself and then looked away for a second.
“What, Nat! What!” He said but she just shook her head, gestured at the elevator and Bucky hurried up even more. Inside the elevator he cursed the car for being so slow and he sighed relieved when the doors went open.
“Buck!” Steve called and he saw an open door down the corridor but when he wanted to enter it Steve came out and stopped him.
“Buck,” he said and lowered his voice, his hand on Bucky’s chest. “There’s something…”
“Is he injured? Is he…” he swallowed hard, “Is he dead?”
“No, that’s… that’s not it…” Steve looked over his shoulder for a moment and then he took a deep breath and nodded at someone inside of the room. And stepped aside.
Bucky made a step forward and turned… and paled. There he was. His Clint. He wore only sweats, his wrists were abraded but otherwise he looked like usual… aside from two huge, brown wings sprouting out of his back. He looked down and shuffled his feet.
“Oh my god!” Bucky blurted. Clint shifted from one foot to the other and didn’t dare to look up, only the feathers of his wings rustled quietly.
“I…” he started, stopped and licked his lips. “I can understand…”
“Clint!” Bucky said and went over to him, wrapped both his arms around him and pressed him close to himself. “You’re alive!”
He accidentally touched the wings and Clint moved a bit but Bucky just held him. They felt soft under his fingers.
“I’m sorry,” Clint whispered and Bucky looked up.
“What for?” he asked and frowned. Clint still didn’t move, he just looked at his feet.
“If you… If you…” he tried and a likcked his lips. “I can understand if you…”
“Clint,” Bucky moved and put a finger under his chin. “I’m not gonna leave you, okay?”
“But…” he started again but Bucky shook his head.
“I’m not gonna leave you,” he repeated. “Only if you want me to.”
“No, I…” Clint said and Bucky saw tears well up in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around him again and this time Clint hugged him back.
“We’re in this together, remember? You and me against the world and whatever happens now, I’m with you.”
“I love you,” he whispered quietly but Bucky had heard it. He kissed his temple and stroked his back a bit.
“I love you, too.”