Day 17 – Flowers
"I am not buying Clint flowers for Valentine's Day," Bucky said to Natasha. "The man kills fake flowers, and he'd probably stab himself with the thorns. He doesn't need any more reasons to wear bandages."
"Good point," Natasha replied, "plus, your relationship isn't that traditional, so I'd skip the flowers and chocolates."
"True. He could eat his weight in chocolate, so that's out." Bucky drummed his fingers on the table as the two suggested, then tossed several ideas. Bucky suddenly grinned. "I've got it." He shared his idea with Natasha, who agreed Clint would love it. Bucky got online and ordered what he thought would be the perfect present for Clint that wasn't coffee or pizza.
A few days later, Clint returned from a mission, surprisingly uninjured except for the ever-present band-aids across his cheek and several fingers. He plopped onto a barstool at the kitchen island. Without even thinking about it, Bucky slid a large mug of steaming coffee over to him. Clint inhaled it in one big gulp and then dropped his head to the counter. "Jet lag sucks."
Clint jumped when Tony suddenly pounded the counter. "Up and at 'em, Legolas. Your new toy's ready."
"The skycycle?"
"I prefer to call it a Starkcycle, but sure. Come on. You, too, Terminator." The trio walked to the hangar. "Before we get started, there are rules. No loops in the air, no shooting while standing up, and no trick shots while driving it."
"Aw, Tony, you're no fun," Clint whined.
"Which reminds me." Tony whipped out a piece of paper and a pen, seemingly out of thin air. "Release form that states Stark Industries is not responsible for any injuries, especially when they occur outside of Avengers duties." Clint began to pout, then looked at Bucky, standing with his arms crossed across his chest and sending Clint a murder stare.
"Fine," Clint huffed, yanked the pen and paper from Tony, then begrudgingly signed it.
"It still needs to charge, so no taking it for a spin at the moment." Tony pushed Clint toward the machine. "Go on, see how it feels."
Clint ran to it and immediately jumped on it. "This is awesome." Clint ran his hands over the handlebars and noticed something sitting on what could best be described as the dashboard. It was a bobblehead of a golden retriever with one eye holding a rose in its mouth. "Aww, Lucky," Clint gushed as he tapped the figure's head and watched it move up and down. "Nice touch, Tony."
"Can't take credit for that one," Tony said. "That's Robocop's addition."
Clint turned to look at Bucky, whose glare had melted away into a big smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, you big lug."