Day 6 – Touch
"Has he always done that?" Clint asked, taking a swig of beer.
"Has who always done what?" Bucky asked, glancing around the crowded bar. There were a lot of 'whos' doing a lot of 'whats.'
Clint lifted his beer bottle and pointed toward a booth on the other side of the bar. "Him and that."
Bucky's eyes followed where Clint was pointing, then nodded and laughed. "Yep. As long as I've known him, think maybe it's some type of fetish." Bucky picked up his stein and took a sip. Even though the alcohol wouldn't affect him, it made him feel like he fit in, like the Stark tech covering his arm, making it resemble his right arm. Bucky knew he'd need to use something in case he was ever needed on an undercover mission. He looked down, and Stark's tech was still working on his arm. Unless someone knew who he was, no one would guess he had a metal arm. Technically, though, this wasn't an undercover mission. Everyone knew who the Avengers were. Tony had dragged everyone to a club after a stressful mission, so Bucky gave in to Tony's whining, begging, and pleading and wore the tech.
"You know, with your hair dyed, the two of you could almost pass for twins." Clint didn't have the nerve to tell his teammate (OK, his crush) that he thought his ass was superior to Steve's, so he took another drink of beer.
Bucky snorted and shook his head. "See, I look at him and see 5'4" and 150-pound Stevie, who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag, but that never stopped him. Now, he's got the bulk to back it up."
The two continued watching the group in the booth. Tony, Steve, and Thor were sitting around a large table. Natasha and Sam were returning from the dance floor. Natasha hadn't broken a sweat, but Sam was bent over, trying to catch his breath. One moment the group was laughing, then suddenly Steve was on the floor, and Natasha had his arm in a death grip. Clint and Bucky grabbed their beers and shoved their way through the crowd to get to the table. "I swear, Steven Grant Rogers, if you grab my breast one more time, you'll be missing several body parts."
Clint and Bucky looked at each other, then Bucky spoke. "I told that idiot one day he was gonna grab the wrong person's boob when he laughed. Only took seventy years for him to prove me right."