Summer Heat - Blog Posts

Here's a drawing of my current situation :'D

PLEASE IT WAS SO HOT IN THE MORNING I HAD TO TAKE A COLD SHOWER 😭

not on mobile sorry but purple heart winterhawk? surprise kiss / impulsive kiss?

It took me a few days to find time to write this, but here it is: 💜 : surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for winterhawk

Clint was panting heavily, dodging a hit, and going over to the next attack in one fluid movement. It was good to train, even in the summer heat. The burning in his muscles was good compared to lying crammed into vents on endless stakeouts, like he had spent most of the last two weeks. He didn't know how long they had been going; he had noticed that the others had left at some point. But just like him, Bucky seemed like he had no intention to stop any time soon. At some point between the shooting range and the climbing part, the soldier had lost his shirt, his strong body shining with sweat, but his smile proved that he enjoyed it just as much. Clint had taken longer, but once they had started sparring, the insecurity about his scars could no longer win over the heat. They had sparred before; usually Bucky managed to bring Clint to the ground, the sheer power of his enhanced body and the metal arm winning, even over Clint's flexibility and almost a lifetime of training. But today, they were almost even. Clint's motivation and focus were on point, and for once, he didn't have any injuries he had to be mindful of. So, after a long match, he finally managed to surprise Bucky, throwing him into the mat and leaning over him triumphantly. Bucky was lying on his back, catching his breath and smirking. Clint couldn't resist; he had to kiss him for that. He had been pining over this man for way too long to not give in when the opportunity was right there. For a second, nothing happened. Clint's lips were touching Bucky's, but the soldier wasn't reacting. Then Bucky turned them over in one fluid movement, gaining control as Clint lowered his guard. Now he was looking down at the archer, and Clint was ready to wriggle out from under him and run. But instead of anger or rage, there was a sparkle of desire in Bucky's eyes, and he smirked again. "You could have just said something, doll." He breathed before crashing their mouths together in a long and heated kiss.