[Bucky pauses and narrows his eyes, looking for any indication that Clint's displeased with the rules. Good or bad, he can't tell. He sighs and stands up, moving to the fridge to grab a few bottles of coke for them both. He slides one ever and sits back down.]
This is forever. I want us to figure out how to make it work. I won't return you. [He knows what that does to a body slave.] So we have to work this out.
[It'll take time but Bucky was confident that they could at least come out of this as friends. Clint would always have that other bedroom, he'd never be sent back, and Bucky wouldn't ask him to do anything that he wouldn't do himself.]
no subject
[Bucky pauses and narrows his eyes, looking for any indication that Clint's displeased with the rules. Good or bad, he can't tell. He sighs and stands up, moving to the fridge to grab a few bottles of coke for them both. He slides one ever and sits back down.]
This is forever. I want us to figure out how to make it work. I won't return you. [He knows what that does to a body slave.] So we have to work this out.
[It'll take time but Bucky was confident that they could at least come out of this as friends. Clint would always have that other bedroom, he'd never be sent back, and Bucky wouldn't ask him to do anything that he wouldn't do himself.]
Talk to me.