A paper was shoved into a metal hand. Long unkept hair bobs up then flows down to look at the pretty cream colored envelope. "Steve, what is this shit?"

"Language, Bucky. I-It's an invitation," he started blushing, a light rose color painting his cheeks and ears.

"Screw language. And to what? It can't be anything prissy."

"B-Bucky! It's a special day, just open it," Bucky saw that Steve looked away out of embarrassment? No. That can't be right. He shrugged and opened the damned envelope and instantly froze up when he took the invite out.

"A-a… Wedding? For who? When? With who?" Everything was too confusing at the moment, he either wanted to punch the nearest something or knock out Steve. The same question circled his mind countless times: Who?

"D-don't hurt anyone Buck, but-t its… for… me. And 'Tasha."

"Natasha?! I thought she was with Mr. Bird Brain! When…, when did that happen?!" James over exaggerated his hand gestures to point at everything. The tower walls, the pretty flower vases, the carpeted floor. Anything.

"After finding you, well, we just kinda connected. And now we took the next step," Steve was as red as a tomato. Or maybe more.

"Did you tell Clint? Does he know? Oh god, does he know." The answer needed to come out quick, because he feels like he's going to tell him soon.

A couple of hours later…

A knock is heard outside of Clint's room. Quick and panicked. Clint yelled out a "Come in!" and Bucky Barnes stormed in, stepping on what seemed to be a week old pizza box. Ew.

"Did you know?" Bucky asked frantically.

"Know what, babe?" Clint asked with a smirk on his face. Piece of cake.

"That your red-headed pyscho girlfriend is getting married to MY best friend?"

"Um, correction. My ex-girlfriend is getting married. Why does it even matter to you?"

"Steve said I need to find a date."

Clint looked up from where he was staring at the static TV screen. "And you think you can charm me enough for a date?"

"Fuck no. I need you for the night. Anything to make them feel jealous, or I don't know, at least guilty for not saying anything sooner. I'll do anything after," Bucky pleaded.

The archer smiled wickedly, "Anything? Anything I want?"

The ex-assassin swallowed hard. "Promise."

Fast Forward to the Wedding Reception…

Two nicely dressed men walk in hand-in-hand to the reception hall. One, with his unruly hair pulled neatly back with gel and a couple of bobby pins. His suit was tailored to fit every curve and angle of his body. His bionic arm was polished nicely, and his hand was only showing; it glistened every time a light caught its eye. His bow tie was a dark red.

The other shorter man, suit nicely tailored and fit well too. His hair spiked nicely and formal, while his signature smirk was still plastered on his face. His hand was connected to the silver hand, walking in and finding their spot in one of the round tables. His bow tie was purple.

Stark, who looked over-priced as usual, approached them first. "Barnes and Barton. Barnes, did Cupid here shoot you with a trick arrow? And, Barton, are you pulling a Natasha? Going for old-time relics?"

"Can it, Stark. This is just and only for this. Go find Pepper or a girl to screw for the night," Barnes spit out. Clint chuckled and Bucky blushed. That didn't happen.

"Whatever losers. If you want booze, you know where to find it," and with that, he stalks off to the nearest bar.

"So, what now?" Bucky asked. They found their chairs in the table. They know no one at their table, so that'll be fun. They mark their chairs with a small rose petal from the centerpiece. With that, they head to one of the many bars Tony had set up to grab a drink before they go congratulate the newly wed couple.

Walking towards the bar, Clint mumbled something, "Don't do anything stupid when your drunk."

Barnes mumbled back, "I'm not getting drunk."

"Your the girly one, I will get you drunk."

"Shit head."

They each grabbed vodka on the rocks, Bucky getting a second one when Clint wasn't looking. I can take this. I'm no girl.

When Clint caught him, for the first time at the bar, he yanked his other arm away from the counter and dragged him to the couple. A couple of slurred words and something about teddy bear sex was exchanged. Bucky then dragged Clint to the bar to grab another couple shots of vodka and whiskey.

When Bucky had one too many drinks, he stumbled out to the dance floor, and started moving. Not dancing, but, somehow moving his whole body with the ragged beat of poor dj music. From the sidelines, Clint was laughing and watching this man unravel himself; I think he just fell.

Natasha walks up next to Clint, with white heels in one hand and a drink in another, and says, "Looks like your date is about to pass out soon; might as well take him back to his room." She throws her arm over his shoulder and laughs along with the archer.

Clint looks over at his friend. He had never really heard her laugh so care-free in the months of them dating, even less in weird drunk dancing situations. He looked back at Barnes, who was doing something on Steve, who looked pretty uncomfortable. "Hey, Nat, your husband is being humped by the residential drunk. Go save him." That earned a punch to the shoulder and she walked off. Clint decided to walk into the crowd to save his date from more embarrassment. If that's even possible.

Bucky, drunk and his hair a sweaty mess, looks at Clint and smiles. "Burrds ceernn darne."

"Sure they can, sure they can." What the fuck did he just say. Clint drapes his metal arm over his shoulder and puts his arm to rest on his waist for support. Then he starts the challenge to carry him out to the nearest elevator.

Once, getting out of the crowd and dragging Bucky from more booze, they finally made it to the elevator and told Jarvis for Clint's level. He dragged him out and to his room, opening the door and pushing everything away, so he can dump the body properly. When Bucky's body made a nice sound when it hit the floor, Clint took the fast time to fix up his couch so Bucky can sleep there for the night.

It's time to wake the beast. He tapped Bucky's shoulder once, and no response. He tapped his cheek, and still no response. He flicked his ear and pulled his hair, but still no response. The soldier was knocked out cold. Clint dragged his heavy ass over to the couch and figured out a way to dump his body onto it.

Once he did that, which now Barnes made a pained groan, he started to take of his bow tie and shoes, skillful hands untying each and every knot. He undid the top four buttons of his shirt so he can start cooling down.

When the Hawk finished with everything, he felt a tight grip on his wrist. He looked down to see the silver hand grip tightly at his wrist. It didn't seem to falter one bit. Then the hand yanked him down quickly to over the "sleeping" body. His face smashed into the laying man's face, lips touching slightly.

Clint pulled back up in shock. I've gotta be dreaming. Or wasted. "Dude, what the fuck."

And with slightly open but glassy eyes, James opens his eyes and said, "You said I had to do anything after this. What do you want me to do…?" He smiled, somewhat wickedly, as if he knew already.

Clint looked away for second deep in thought, then looked at him and shared the smile. "How 'bout you strip outta those clothes and wear me instead."

Bucky made a sound that sorta sounded like a laugh. "Deal."