The surprise that flitted over Clint's face was almost comical when Darcy relieved him of his coffee and it took him a moment to blink and recover before he reached over and lifted it off her, not needing anyone to run interference for him. He'd spent at least half of his life picking pockets out of necessity and the other half for fun. Considering this was his coffee, it counted as both.

"You know, you're lucky I like you. The last person that tried to touch my coffee ended up a pincushion," he informed her with a cheerful smile, although his gaze was still narrowed slightly, having no intention of being surprised a second time. He took a slow sip, enjoying it, before winking at her and handing it back. "I suppose I can deal with sharing. This time. But only because I suspect Coulson's gonna lock me up in about five minutes and I can't take you for your own." Or a second one for him. Had he mentioned he'd missed New York?

"Oh, and this is Bucky. James Barnes, actually, but no one but the suits calls him that," he introduced, his grin turning cheeky. "Bucky, meet Darcy Lewis. She tased a god. Be afraid. Be very afraid."