Clint poured himself a second cup of coffee and dropped heavy back down at the kitchen table.
Sitting across from him, Sam winced. "Take it easy, man. My head's gonna fall off."
Clint grunted.
Sam rolled a bleary eye at him. "What's that?"
Clint grunted again.
It could've been an apology, or an acknowledgement. Could've been a fuck you.
Sam decided to ignore it and burrowed back into his coffee cup.
Steve walked into the kitchen, carrying a tray filled with empty dishes. Depositing the tray on the counter, he did a double-take.
"What the hell happened to you two?"
