Notes:
We are so close to the end on this one! I'm planning on one more chapter and an epilogue.
Thank you to my awesome beta, Kacie, who encourages my insanity. Love!
Enjoy.
Tempest
Chapter 7: Bow and Arrow
Bucky held the bow awkwardly in his left hand as he watched Darcy line up her shot, shoulders relaxed as she looked down the lane. She let out a long, slow breath and let the arrow fly. He watched as it hit the outer ring of the target and she lowered the bow and raised a brow at him.
"I thought you were good at this," he raised his brow right back at her.
"Oh," a little smile crept across her face making things in his gut stir, things that had been completely dormant until he had bonded with the Hawks. He'd honestly been a little worried that Hydra had managed to burn his sex drive out of him, but this little girl and her epically horny husband had turned that right around. "I am, I just need a little boost." Darcy flicked her gaze over her shoulder at said husband, who sauntered over to the girl, handing her another arrow and slipped his hands around her waist, tucking his fingers under her shirt. Clint turned to Bucky and blew a kiss while Darcy lined up another shot. She didn't even look as she released the arrow, winking at the Soldier as the arrow slid like a hot knife through butter into the dead center of the target. "Your turn."
"The Hawk gonna grope me while I shoot too?" he asked as he pulled an arrow from the bucket they were using as a quiver between their lanes. Bucky nocked the arrow awkwardly, trying to pull the knowledge that had filtered into his own mind while he'd been connected with the Hawks. He understood the basic mechanics, and had the advantage of being a long time sharp shooter. The arrow flew from the bow, hitting the wall behind the target. "That did not go the way I planned."
"Maybe some groping now?" Clint wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, making grabby hands at him from his place behind Darcy, who held her hand over her mouth to try to contain her raucous laughter.
"Yeah, show me this magic we do," Bucky raised the bow again and tried to relax his shoulders as Clint stepped up behind him. He and Clint had been sleeping in the same bed since before Darcy and he had basically exploded on the helipad, but he still tensed when the other man got close. At least until he felt the calloused pads of Clint's fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt and gripping firmly onto his hips, the archers front flush against his back. He felt himself melt into the other man and the bow becoming an extension of his arm. As their minds interlocked, the weight of the bow became the same as the weight he felt when he held his rifle in his hands. He aimed down the lane and released the arrow like he'd done it a million times. The arrow found its target, sinking deeply into the center of the bullseye.
"Feel good?" Clint asked, his chin hooked over Bucky's shoulder as the soldier lowered the bow again, his breath slow and steady.
"Yeah," he leaned back into the other man and smiled. He picked up another arrow, not bothering to assume proper stance as he raised the bow again and released the arrow down the lane without looking. "Feels kinda awesome." He turned his head so his nose ran along the side of Clint's, sharing breath with the archer. "It always feel this good?"
"Always," Darcy slipped around his front and slipped her fingers over her husband's, trapping Bucky between them. "Anything we do as a unit, it feels amazing," she stood on her toes, nuzzling her lips just under Bucky's ear, the tip of her tongue just grazing the lobe for a moment before she captured it between her lips. "Go ahead and kiss him, Buck," she whispered, the words traveling through his brain, echoing deep. "Please."
"But," his protest died on his tongue as she licked a stripe up the side of his neck, nerve endings lighting up and traveling straight to his groin.
"Everything feels better," Clint whispered against his lips. The archer pressed up and over Bucky's shoulder, closing the last fraction of an inch between them, his lips soft and a little dry as they moved over his.
"So good," Darcy smiled into his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin as they kissed. "It's my turn next."
Jane's lab was completely empty when Darcy and Bucky made their way down. The scientist was still being coddled by her larger-than-life god of a boyfriend and Thor wasn't quite ready to let her venture off alone, which meant that Darcy got undisturbed time alone in the lab to catch up on her own work. Bucky pulled her down across his lap as he sat on her rolling desk chair and scooted it up to the desk, handing her the scrap of paper on top of the pile she'd been working on nearly a week before.
"You know, I'd probably get a lot more done without you here," she pulled up the data entry program she needed and let her fingers fly over the keyboard. "You're kinda a distraction, like a big one."
"You thinking naughty thoughts, Lady Hawk," Bucky smirked, running the tip of his nose along the base of her neck just above the neckline of her t-shirt. "I'm gonna tell your husband on you."
"Oh you are," Darcy wiggled a little in his lap as she kept her hand on the keyboard. "You gonna tell him that you're thinking about bending me over this desk, too?" She laughed as Bucky went completely still beneath her. "Relax Bucky Bear, you aren't projecting, and Clint doesn't care, you're a Hawk now."
"Kissing with your husband around and participating is one thing, doll," his hands clamped down on her hips and held her steady. "But he's not here."
"Bucky," she dropped the sheet of paper into the trash by the desk and turned around, standing so she could lean against the desk and look at the man who wouldn't meet her eye. Darcy tipped his chin up to look at her. "You're a Hawk," she leaned in a brushed her lips carefully over his. "This is all okay."
"But," he sighed. "Look, Darcy," his fingers found their way under the hem of her shirt, the soft skin of her stomach under his fingertips grounding him as their minds entermingled. "I don't know how to do this."
"Do what? Just do what feels right," she slipped her hands into his hair and slid over his legs, her knees hanging over the arms of the chair. She felt completely secure with his hands holding her and keeping her from falling off his lap, keeping a respectable enough distance between them. "This isn't conventional, and there isn't a rule book, but if you want to touch me, if you want to touch Clint, it's alright."
"I don't want to be that thing that weasels into your marriage," his mind was full of bits and pieces of memories from when he was young, slipping out the back window of an apartment, only one sock on as a husband came home. His pants dropped on his head as he hid on the fire escape, shimmying into the stiff material. "I'm not looking to mess things up."
"You're a part of our marriage, baby," Darcy's fingers wandered down from the tips of his long hair and over his shoulders and down his arms to where his hands cupped her hips. "Bucky, you aren't sneaking around, this is fully sanctioned and encouraged touching. You can fantasize about bending me over the desk, you can conspire with Clint about actually doing it." She ran her nose along his and smiled into his lips again. "But right now, we need to get this data input into the computer, so I'm not so far behind I can't see my own ass, okay?"
"I'll think quieter," Bucky nodded and let her steal a brief kiss. "But I can't leave."
"Don't want you to," she carefully turned around in his lap and faced her computer again, grabbing a new piece of paper. "And you can't anyway. Cap demanded that none of us were alone until they finish dealing with this mole problem, and you are my buddy."
"Remind me how that happened?"
"I vetoed you and Clint hanging out in the gym all day, cause when the two of you get all sweaty together, I wanna be around to watch," Darcy patted his left hand where it was still cupping her hip just under the hem of her shirt. "Plus, if I left you with the hubs, he would probably have already shoved his hand down your pants, and I didn't think you were quite ready for that yet."
"I appreciate you looking out for me," Bucky huffed a laugh against the back of her neck. "How much of this shit you gotta enter, anyhow?" Darcy gestured to the heaping pile of notes on the right side of her desk and then over to the lab table covered in almost neat little piles. "We're never leaving."
"Dinner's at seven in the Hawk household," she patted his hand again. "Have you ever known me to miss diner?"
"Promise?" he leaned back in the chair and watched her type. "Cause we haven't made it four hours without Clint needing touch of some kind ever."
"I think he got his touch in for a while," Darcy dropped another piece of paper into the can by the desk. "Lots of touching before Steve showed up in the range. Poor Steve, we keep traumatizing that boy."
"Stevie's not as innocent as he pretends," Bucky smirked. "I have so many stories, babydoll, you would be scandalized if you knew."
"Really?" she danced about on his legs for a moment. "More scandalous than him walking in on us earlier?"
"Three fully clothed individuals kissing, yeah, much more scandalous."
"Start talking, Bucky Bear."
The common room was quiet as Steve paced in front of the screens filled with red dots, marking the whereabouts of the possible moles intermingle with blue and purple dots. Steve frowned as he scrolled through files. He flicked away files that Jarvis had verified were tampered with or falsified.
"We still have more than a dozen people we can't verify," the Captain rubbed his head, pushing tension filled muscles on his brow. "How did this happen in the first place?"
"I think I've figured that out," Jane said from where she was tucked under Thor's arm, a stark white bandage around her upper arm where she'd gotten a nasty cut from the helicopter's window as Hulk had broken it open to save her. She had nineteen stitches running down over her shoulder, but other than that and some bruising from being manhandled by a giant rage monster, who had been as gentle with her as possible, she was unscathed. Darcy still couldn't quite look her in the eye, feeling more than a little guilty for the crash. "So, no computer is completely impervious to viruses, right?" She looked over to Tony who just shrugged and nodded. "The reason that Mac always touted that they were virus free is because once upon a time few people bothered to write viruses for their software. It's easier to write malware for highly used software, and it has a better impact, cause you know more people affected. But we've been finding all kinds of issues with Jarvis since my kidnapping. Holes where there shouldn't be holes."
"You think someone, or someones are working their ways into the backdoors in Jarvis' programing and sneaking their way in?" Tony scoffed. "Impossible."
"Arrogant," Jane sneered. "We already know someone's gotten in, they fucked with the cameras and the biosensors. Get off your high ass horse, Stark."
"But if they're in Jarvis' systems, how come they don't know about Bucky?" Steve reasoned, holding his hand up to stop both Jane and Tony from talking. "Okay, so we've kept his name off the computer, but Jarvis knows he's here."
"I'll take that one," Darcy smiled wickedly from where she was sitting across her husband's lap, her feet in Bucky's. "When we introduced Bucky to Jarvis, we kept it to Sergeant Barnes. He hears us call him Bucky, but it's not on anything official. We kept it off recordings that can be accessed off the servers, it's all Avenger only shit, and that's separate from Stark Industries servers. They're in Jarvis, but they aren't in here."
"I'm not sure that makes sense, doll," Bucky tipped his head trying to follow her logic. "Jarvis is Jarvis, if they're in part of his system, wouldn't they be able to get into the rest."
"Not necessarily," Tony rubbed his chin and wandered off.
"Did that actually answer anything?" Steve looked over to where Tony disappeared. "I mean, what's the plan other than to clean house?"
"Pack your bags, kiddos," Tony popped back into the room a tablet in his hand. "We're all flying to the brand new and completely unoccupied Avenger's Training Facility." He waved the tablet at them and then disappeared again.
"I'm really pretty sure I don't like him," Bucky whispered loudly enough for Clint and Darcy, and Steve to hear him.
"He takes some getting used to," Clint knocked shoulders with the other man and pushed Darcy to her feet. "Sounds like we're going on a vacation."
"But," Darcy looked over at Steve and then to the door that Tony had left though. "Aren't people going to like notice we're gone?"
"Taking care of it," Tony shouted from the next room. "Don't forget your bathing suits, there's a pool."
"Oh what the fuck," Clint pulled Bucky up off the couch and laced his fingers with Bucky's. "I bet there's a hot tub, too."
"No one leave Clint alone with the hot tub," Natasha tossed over her shoulder as she made her way to the stairs. "I'll leave it up to your imagination as to why."
"I know why," Darcy whispered to Bucky. "It was so much fun," she smirked. "Maybe we need to start posting a sign when we're gonna fuck, cause Nats has walked in on us one too many times."
"I think she likes to watch."
"Tell her to watch Steve," Darcy grumbled and pulled the boys behind her. Bucky just looked at the two other Hawks and shrugged.
"I'm guessing there was sex in the hot tub," he said absently. "There's a hot tub in the tower?"
"Not one we're allowed to use."
"But I can, right?" Bucky pressed.
"You're a Hawk, means the Tower pool is kinda not open unless we promise to keep clothes on and have a chaperone," Darcy shrugged, pushing the memories of Clint and Darcy's debauched adventures in the pool over to Bucky. "So, who's up for a shower before we leave? Have we worked up to naked times yet?" she tipped her head back to look at their third, who had stopped moving. "Is that a yes or a no, or are you processing?"
"Darcy if you broke Bucky before we get naked time, I'm going to be very put out," Clint pulled her closer to him, placing a kiss on her lips. "And then I'm going to put out anyway."
"Love you, Hawk."
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