(Here ya go, boo Jesus_died_for_you

They just kept coming. Where were they all coming from?! Clint had had enough. He wasn't even supposed to be there! He was retired, but they just kept finding ways to drag him back. He listened, of course. Because he was an idiot. Not next time. He would not be sucked in by Steve's puppy dog eyes again. Nope. He refused. He just wanted to live a peaceful life with his family. Was that too much to ask? Apparently yes because of Mr. "no chill' Rogers. Seriously. Did that man ever stop? So here he was. On a rooftop. Fighting off god knows who with a bow and arrow. He deserved a raise. Even though he was retired. He made a note to talk to Fury after this. 

Mr. Steve 'extra' Rogers (he had many names for him) was down below doing some unnecessarily cool backflips as he took the mystery opponents down. Clint tried his best to cover his back, but there were just so many! It was hopeless.

Suddenly he heard a gunshot from some other location. The rooftop across from him. What the hell? There wasn't just one though. They kept coming and the enemy fell beneath. He gathered his stuff and left to see who in the world it was. 

***

Since when did Barton use a firearm?! And since when did he switch rooftops?! 

Steve didn't have time to figure it out as he ducked under a knife and jabbed his opponent in the ribs. He tried to wrap his head around what the hell was going on because the dots just didn't connect. Clint was fast, but not that fast. That's why he jumped right on it when he heard Clint over his earpiece.

"Hey, Cap?"

"Clint, what the hell is going on up there?" Steve squinted against the sun, sweat beading on his forehead as he panted. 

"Uh... Well... There's a one-armed bandit up here who says he wants to give you some of your stupid back. Does that mean something to you?"

Steve's line went dead.

"Can you hear me?"

Steve didn't hear him at all. With a new surge of energy, he sprinted towards the roof.

***

Steve's eyes widened when he got there. it couldn't be... it was! "Buck-?" his voice choked. If this was some sort of joke...

"Stevie," Bucky smiled and it was so genuine. It was an actual Bucky smile, not some cheap knockoff from the dollar store. This was the real thing! He called him Stevie!

Steve ran towards him and hugged him tightly, "where did you go?! You pulled me from the water... and-and then you were gone... I looked for you..."

"I know..." Bucky rubbed his back gently. "I was lost... I was barely myself, Steve... I needed some time so I knew I wouldn't hurt anyone else. So I wouldn't hurt you..."

"You didn't have to do it on your own..."

"Yes, I did... I'm sorry, but I did... I was so scared."

"That doesn't matter... That was the past... You're here now..."

"Um... Sorry to ruin this whole 'Notebook' moment, guys. But... we still need to deal with the main issue here," Clint interjected.

"Right!" Steve and Bucky chimed in unison before they ran off to their posts. Steve running back to the ground. Bucky had his back and it felt so good.