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Clint's apartment is a trash heap. And that was before the tracksuit mafia broke all his shitty Ikea furniture. They wouldn't have gotten the drop on him like this, but his hearing aids were on the charger and coffee came first.
Bucky is on his way back from a mission when he gets word Clint is in trouble. He doesn't even have time to change out of his Winter Soldier uniform.
"When I said I need something firm, this isn't exactly what I meant..." Bucky hissed.
"Hmm odd... oh well." Clint smirked to himself. He's really missed his boyfriend and he's exactly where he wants to be. He can't even find it in himself to upset about his spilt coffee.