Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to the lovely person who told me I'd posted it wrong the first time around. Sorry guys!
Sometime around noon a very hung over Clint Barton shuffled into the common area. Natasha had come home from her mission a little past two and had insisted on doing shots with him. Funny how a tiny (but terrifying) Russian could drink him under the table. But it was well worth it. Said Russian was currently sleeping it off in his room. The leftover pizza would definitely help to cure what ailed them both. He was about to take his prize from the fridge when he heard a noise behind him. Automatically he shut the refrigerator door silently and crouched beneath the kitchen island. He peeked over the top, and immediately did a double take.
Darcy Lewis was standing at her door sucking face with…Barnes? Barnes' real hand was tangled in Darcy's hair, his metal one on her ass, holding her close to him as he kissed her. Clint snorted a little. Barnes stopped movie. Shit. Clint thought. Barnes whispered in Darcy's ear. Darcy giggled and whispered something back. She stepped back and gave Barnes a little wave as she shut the door. Barnes turned on his heel and looked Clint in the eye.
"You know, for a spy your stealth skills are crap." Clint stood up sheepishly.
"Not my fault," he said. "Nat came home last night with the good vodka." Barnes grinned.
"You poor, poor man. Must have been so hard having a stacked redhead pouring top shelf vodka down your throat." Clint smiled.
"You better not let Nat hear that," he said. "By the time she's done you'll need more metal limbs. So, Lewis was the mystery date, huh?" he asked. Barnes shrugged.
"It would be ungentlemanly of me to discuss my time with Ms. Lewis." Barton grinned.
"Fair enough. Not my place to judge. I guess Banner wins the bet then." Barnes walked over to the fridge and pulled the pizza out, grabbing a slice.
"Guess so. Did Stark really think I was going out with a hooker?"
"It's Stark, would you put it past him?" Barnes opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by America's golden boy.
"Bucky?" Bucky took a bite from his pizza and gave a little wave.
"Hey Steve." Steve looked concerned.
"You just getting back, Buck?" he asked. He nodded at Clint. "Morning Barton." Clint nodded back.
"Cap." He grabbed the pizza box from Barnes. "That'll be my cue." Barnes grinned.
"Give Natalia my regards." He sat down on the couch, still munching on his pizza. Steve sat next to him, looking either worried or confused or possibly constipated.
"You ok, Buck?" he asked. Barnes rolled his eyes.
"Yes, mother, I'm fine," he replied. "I just needed a night out. Is that so bad?"
"Guess not," Steve said. "So who's the girl?" Barnes laughed.
"Just a girl," he said. With that he took the last bite of his pizza and walked off in search of his bed.