"Piratical"
"Avast!"
Even Natasha jumped when Bucky leapt into the room, and Clint had bow and arrow at the ready before any of them could so much as blink. He lowered his weapon, and the others all relaxed, when they saw Bucky wearing an eye-patch, with a hook instead of a hand, and a cheesy pirate hat sitting on his head. He grinned, and some of his teeth had been blacked out. Combined with his long hair tumbling to his shoulders, and the stubble he'd been growing for a few days, he looked like the classic pirate. Especially in the costume.
"That's a new look," was all Steve managed to say. The others just continued to gape silently. Bucky rolled his eyes, and looked back over his shoulder.
"Phil, get out here!" he called. "I ain't doin' this alone!"
Their handler trudged into the room, also with a hook where his robotic hand usually was, a stuffed toy parrot somehow attached to his shoulder, and the most deadpan expression on his face. He'd forgone an eye-patch and tricorn hat in favour of a bandana, and he was wearing an actual sword. At least the guns on Bucky's belt were old-fashioned pistols, rather than modern weapons. But Phil didn't look the least bit enthusiastic; unlike Bucky, who was grinning like a child.
"Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum," Phil said. Yep. Zero enthusiasm. Clint snickered, but when Phil gave him a sharp look the smile quickly dropped.
"What d'you think?" Bucky asked, seemingly not bothered by his partner's lack of eagerness as he twirled in place, red coat swirling around his waist. "I got `em from a costume shop."
"You could never tell," Tony said. Bucky flipped him the bird, and very nearly pranced to Phil's side.
"We're going trick-or-treating at SHIELD," he said. "If we collect enough candy, we'll definitely share."
"We're not going to intimidate anyone into giving us sweets when it isn't even Halloween yet," Phil said sternly.
"What the hell is the point in wearing a scary costume if it's not gonna intimidate anyone?"
"Bucky…"
"I promise, Phil, we'll leave early if you hate it," Bucky said, holding up a hand in a solemn gesture. "Or if Fury threatens to make us walk the plank. Especially me, for wearing a patch. An' then when we get home I'll shiver your timbers. Sound fair?"
Phil stared at him for a moment, and then glanced at the Avengers.
"We'll be back later," he said, and dragged Bucky out of the room.
For Talk Like a Pirate Day, of course! In honour of the day, Mum and I listened to a recording of 'The Pirates of Penzance', and I made sword-shaped biscuits/cookies. There are pictures on my Tumblr. I made music note-shaped biscuits as well, because it's Piano Month.
Please review! Oh, and I'm still taking prompts, here and on Tumblr. For anything Phucky-related, quite frankly. And if I don't know whether I'll be able to handle the prompt, I'll throw it open to other people. Don't be shy, folks!