#Clint is a master of seduction™

[mariana-oconnor]

How about Witch!Bucky for the WIP in honor of October?

OOh, okay then. Your wish is my command, some Witch!Bucky for the spooky season.

Again, page chosen by a random number generator, here is some Bucky in denial and Clint in human form:

“It’s in every inch of this place. Sorrow and loneliness,” Clint says. “It’s Beltane and you haven’t even lit a fire.”

“I’m not a witch,” Bucky tells him, his voice sharper.

“Nothing magical about a fire,” Clint tells him cheerfully. “I saw some wood outside.” And then he’s gone before Bucky can stop him.

Bucky can admit the fire is nice, for all it’s spring, not winter, outside. It’s no bonfire, but the smell of the wood burning and the sight of the flames jumping higher settles something inside him.

He comes to sit by the fire, staring at it, and feeling the weight of everything pulling him down. Lonely, Clint had said, and he doesn’t feel it most days. But that’s like not seeing the wood for the trees. He can’t feel the lonely because he’s got nothing else to feel. But the fire and the presence of another person, and suddenly the loneliness is a physical force, crushing him down.

A hand reaches out to touch his arm - the scarred arm - and he wants to pull back, but it’s so warm. Warm like he’s not been in years. Even the fire in the grate isn’t warming him up inside.

He pushes into the warmth.

“You don’t have to be alone,” Clint says.

(WIP meme)

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