This was not Bucky's first time in an air conditioning vent. It had an aura of deadly familiarity, a memory he was not inclined to track to its origin.
"If the cops dig in, I've got chips and stuff stashed in the workout room vent," Clint whispered. "We can stay up here as long as we need to."
Bucky nodded silently.
"Listen, don't sweat it. Tony's gonna take care of all this shit. You don't have to –"
There was a knock on the door in the room below.
"Time to shut up now," Natasha said in a low voice.