When Clint wakes up, there's a man on his couch.
"Aw nuts"
Not that this is an unusual occurrence mind you, people often turn up on his couch without his knowledge, although it's usually Kate or Natasha. The lump seems to be vaguely masculine so he dismisses those two options and shrugs, turning away to go get some coffee. It's too early in the morning to deal with this shit without caffeine in his system.
He stumbles to the kitchen bleary-eyed and promptly ran straight into the counter.
"Aw counter"
"Nice Hawkeye, real nice" a voice calls from the corner of the kitchen and Clint's head shoots up. He sees Kate Bishop leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand and another one on the counter. She pushes the second cup towards him with a smirk.
"I thought ya might need this considering how useless you are without a cup of coffee in you"
"Hey " he says indignantly.
"Can't fight the truth Hawkeye"
He rolls his eyes and shrugged.
"So who's the dude on the couch?"
"Oh yeah I've got no idea "
"What! " she screeches "You just let some guy you don't know sleep on your couch "
Clint takes out his hearing aid.
Clint Barton put your damn heating aid back in I'm not done talking to you she signs.
Clint sighs again and puts his hearing aid back in again.
"I didn't let him sleep on the couch Katie-Kate, he uh, just kinda appeared " he scratched the back of his head, looking down slightly abashed.
"That's even worse! "
He flashes a smile.
"Should we like, wake him up? "
"Better to let sleeping dogs lie " he says awkwardly.
"Not for a stranger who appeared on your couch in the middle of the night "
"True, true "
" So go wake him up " she says, indicating to the couch.
"Wait, wait, wait, what did you mean Katie-Kate, this was your idea so you have to wake the mysterious stranger " he waves his hand in the general direction of the couch.
" Your house, your problem "
Clint sighs.
They both walk over, Kate trailing behind Clint. Clint walks behind the couch and pokes the guy, immediately ducking below the couch.
The man doesn't stir. Clint shrugs. Kate points back at the couch with an irritated expression saying take care of your shit!
"Um dude you alive there "
No response.
"Dude "
Nothing.
"Hey man you alive here? "
Zip squat.
He reaches over and shakes the guy. The guy shoots up with a wild look in his eye and reaches for a gun that is no longer there. The guy sights.
"You good dude, cause you look like shit? "
And he really does, there are dark circles under his eyes and he seriously could use a shave. His longish hair is pulled back in a ponytail and his cloths have seen better days.
"тна самом деле, нет "
"What did you say? "
"Not really "
"Oh okay cool. Sooo, who are you "
He tilts his head
"Barnes, James Buchanan "
"Okay hi James, is it alright if I call you James? "
"Bucky "
"What "
"You can call me Bucky, I uh, I prefer it, only my grandma called me James ya know " he says, looking down at his hands, one flesh and blood, one metal.
"Okay that's fine. I'm Clint and this is Kate. "
Kate waves from the other side of the couch, near the secret bow and quiver, just in case.
"So Bucky, what are you doing here? In my apartment in mean, not life but if you want to get that deep you're going to wait until it's less morning because I just can't handle that kinda stuff this early in the morning really accept of this one time-"
"Clint", Kate interrupts.
"Right getting back on track there, what are you doing in my house? Not that I don't love visitors because I do, I just enjoy a little bit of warning yah know?"
"Because you're an avengers and I didn't know who else to turn to because frankly I'd rather avoid going to Stark unless I really got to. Unless you mind, and in that case I'll clear out. "
" It's okay dude, I'd wouldn't want to owe Stark anything either if I can avoid it. You can crash her as long as you tell us a bit about yourself, right Kate?"
Kate nodded " Sure why not'
"So, do we have a deal?" Clint put out his hand.
" Deal." Bucky took his hand and they shook on it.