Sam sat at the counter leaning back in his seat and using the seat next to him as a footrest. Today's paper is in his hands being held in front of him and he turns the page. Clint is sitting in the only other bar chair behind Sam. With a casual glance up, Sam notices Bucky walk into the common room.
Bucky takes a glance around to see the only "available" seating is the chair Sam's feet are on. Scowling, Bucky makes himself a cup of coffee before walking over to Sam. He shoots a heated glare at Sam's feet before turning his attention to Sam's pacified face.
"Can you move your feet?" Bucks asks as he grabs the back of the bar chair the mentioned feet are on.
"No," Sam deadpans without looking up from his paper and turning the page. Bucky scowls and his grip tightens on the chair.
"Please," Bucky all but grinds out as his jaw clenches.
"No," Sam deadpans again and doesn't take his eyes off his paper.
His scowl deepening, Bucky all but growls at Sam. The ex-assassin looks over at the other ex-assassin in the room to see Clint watching him closely with an arched brow. With a smirk Bucky looks back at Sam before yanking the chair away. Sam's feet drop to the floor and the movement sends Sam off-balance.
Sam catches himself and wrinkles his paper in the process. He scowls over at Bucky as the man sets his coffee down on the counter. Just as Bucky moves to sit down Sam smirks and kicks the bar chair over. Bucky misses the chair and falls to the floor. Sprawled out on the floor, Bucky sends a glare up at Sam who returns it with a mile and takes a drink of his own coffee. Picking himself off the floor Bucky grabs his coffee and stalks off out of the room.
Clint stifles a smirk and mentally makes a not to take bets on who'll with the war that is sure to follow this. He's sure Sam can hold his own but if there's one thing Clint knows it's ex-assassins; and, sooner or later, you always get caught in their cross-hairs.