Summary: Imagine, from the time you’re born having a clock that counts down to the time you meet your soulmate. One day you meet Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and the clock stops. Now, you have to figure out which one it is. Warnings: Language, talk of soulmates, explicit sexual content, trying for a slow burn, heavy angst, fluff.
He’s… He’s evil. There’s no other explanation. He’s an incubus sent to fulfill our every desire annnnnnnnd he’s fucking excellent at it. We’re all damned. Doomed. Dead.
Summary: As a senior in college, you kept your nose clean and never partied. You were at the top of your class, set to graduate with honors summa cum laude; unlike Clint Barton. In an effort to get a passing grade and graduate, he asked for your help. What could possibly go wrong? Word Count: 1,596 Warnings: Language, fluff, possible smut, heavy angst I’m sorry Author’s Note: I shouldn’t be this excited about how much angst there is. Something is wrong with me.
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It really wasn’t that difficult, getting the bare minimum to pass Professor Fury’s class. Yet, Clint Barton managed to do just that.
Fury said that Clint was, “Partying too much, coming to class drunk, hungover, smelling like an ashtray. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
Clint couldn’t deny it; he had done all of that, and so much more. Although, he didn’t smoke, it was his friends that enjoyed the sting of tobacco in their lungs. Clint had tried it once, but ended up coughing so hard that he threw up. He was twelve, and had gotten a hell of an ass whooping from his dad when Clint came home smelling of Marlboro Menthols.
Then at fifteen, he snuck one of his dad’s beers from the fridge in the garage. At sixteen, he tested the boundaries of his newfound freedom in the form of his freshly-acquired driver’s license. He stayed out late, got pulled over, then arrested; seemingly doing anything he could to defy his parent’s wishes.
And then, on his eighteenth birthday, his parents died. Some drunk asshole had run a red light and plowed through the car, passenger side. Edith, his mother, died on impact. His father, Harold, wasn’t so lucky. He was a twisted and bloody mess of a man that didn’t die until the firemen began peeling away the layers of the metal that surrounded him.
He will fall in love with her and your excitement for angst makes me worry!!! I love this trope! But it also always reminds me of ‘a walk to remember’ (I saw the movie when I was 12 and that was one of the two times I’ve cried in a cinema) and I’m so frickin scared that you’re going to kill me with something like that! 😱The part of my brain that loves all this messy and angsty stuff is celebrating a party while my emotional part is already preparing for this with blankets, tissues and a ton of chocolate!
Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh man. This is going to be a sweet, angsty, bumpy ride, isn’t it? I love that you have Phil’s daughter as the protagonist – that’ll ratchet up whatever horrors you have planned (don’t ACT like you don’t have them planned). Then, bad boy who asks the good girl for help? Sigh….I can only remember my own love of this trope in high school (but I didn’t know it was called a trope then). I also loved how she explained how to ask for help, and my own heart twinged a bit when he said he had never asked for help before. Oh boy, you’ve turned me into an AU Clint Barton fan, my friend. I’m on board for the ride…can’t wait to read more. 🙂 – Steph
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