AN: Here, have some sickly sweet, possibly totally OOC Winterhawk fluff. Why? There is no need for reason here. All I will say is: Bucky's hair, fingers in Bucky's hair, and cuddling. Also, sorry for Google's Russian.
Tryapka
If there was anything Clint could trade for more of these moments, he was pretty sure he'd do it without a second thought. Sat on his trusty sofa, he grinned down at Bucky's head in his lap, watching in delight as the deadly assassin melted under his touch - and all he was doing was running his fingers through thick brown hair, lightly massaging Bucky's head as he did so. The result was that Bucky suddenly became almost cat-like in his appreciation of the gesture, sighing deeply in satisfaction, eyes closed, an easy smile on his lips.
"You're enjoying this, huh?" Clint chuckled.
"Zatknis', chert Pal'tsy," he mumbled, shifting over onto his other side. He snuggled closer, simultaneously nuzzling up against Clint's stomach and leaning into his touch, smile never wavering.
Keeping up the affection, Clint regarded him fondly, the warm press at his abdomen spreading through his chest. "What's brought all this on?" he asked softly.
"Reasons," Bucky sighed.
"Such as?"
"Love you."
It's as good a reason as any, Clint figures, and he moves his free arm to rest across Bucky's waist. "Yeah, and I love you too, you big softie."
AN: According to Google Translate: Tryapka = Softie; "Zatknis', chert Pal'tsy" = "Shut up, Devil Fingers".
