Day 18 – Wine
This one is dedicated to my best friend, Jennifer. It references her favorite TV show, so I hope she catches the mention!
Clint was recuperating from injuries incurred on the latest mission. "More time on the shelf," he grumbled. "All because of a sore ankle and leg."
"Doll, your shin bone was sticking through the skin. That is not a sore leg." Bucky sat next to Clint on the couch, handing him his next dose of pills and a glass of water.
Clint harrumphed but took the pills and water from Bucky, downing the pills and gulping the water. He handed the glass back to Bucky and then reached for the TV remote, wincing when he had to strain to stretch out. "Bucky?"
"Got it, doll." Bucky leaned toward the table and grabbed the remote, handing it to Clint. "We can always get you one of those grabbers so you can reach things."
Clint groaned. "Sounds like a horrible name for a villain." He turned on the TV and landed on a channel showing reruns of classic TV shows. "Oooh, I love this show." Clint settled back, leaning into Bucky.
Bucky threw his arm around Clint's shoulders. He watched Clint as he laughed at the antics of the two actors on the screen. Before he knew it, several hours had elapsed. After the end of one episode, Clint turned to him and went to ask a question. Bucky saw it coming. "No, Clint. I know purple is your favorite color, but we are not getting a vat to put grapes in so you can stomp around on them and make wine."