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Timeline: Set after Captain America: The Winter Soldier, when (or if) Steve finds Bucky.
Posted on: June 12th 2014
danrificruinedme asked: "You cannot ever have coffee again, you hear me?"
"You cannot ever have coffee again, you hear me?"
Bucky glared at Clint as the archer shifted to the left to avoid the hot coffee now splattered all over the floor, he, unsurprisingly, glared back. It wasn't a few minutes later that Bucky heard a few clicking sound entering the room ― two pairs of heels actually ― but neither moved to determine who it was. "What's going on here?"
Natalia.
"Dammit, Barton!" Miss Hill bellowed, and Bucky finally allowed himself to look at the whole exchange; Clint looked genuinely surprised at the accusation, gasped and then: "What― hey, I was just stopping him from drinking anymore coffee, okay, he's like, addicted since Tony introduced the damn thing at breakfast yesterday."
Natasha frowned, but only slightly. "So, you decided to destroy the whole room with the beverage?"
"I didn't― it's not destroyed― and you, my man," He pointed at Bucky then, pointing his index finger. "It's a good thing you didn't break my arm or I'll swear to God―"
"You can talk to God once you help me clean this mess up," Miss Hill appeared calmer, raising her eyebrows at them (particularly at Clint, though) and exhaled. From under her breath, Bucky could hear she's muttering, "Wrestling with the effin' Winter Soldier, fucking superheroes―" before he felt a tug to his hands.
He turned his head only to realise Natalia ― Natasha ― was grasping his hand. "Come on," she said, and her eyes fluttered against her skin, "Let's get you some tea."
"Tea?"
"You'll love them," she hurried out of the room, quietly, silently. Bucky followed, knowing they've been in this pace before, this routine, once upon a time a long moment ago, even if he couldn't possible remember all of it.
"Why is that?" He asked instead, keeping his mind off the subject and focused it wholly on the way her fingers fit perfectly in the space between his, the gentle pressure she puts as she glanced back, and there's an amused glint to her eyes when her mouth curled.
"Because I do."
And Bucky guessed, well, that's good enough of a reason.