That wasn't the voice he'd been expecting - it wasn't even one he recognized - and that had Clint's eyes flying open, instantly awake and alert, hands automatically reaching for the nearest available weapon to deal with the intruder in his kitchen. Only he'd managed to get a good look at who was in his kitchen, even if it took his brain a second too long to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

"Holy shit, you're Captain America," he stated, sounding stunned, staring at the man in disbelief. "You're Captain fucking America and you're standing in my kitchen. ...in Bucky's apron. I'm still asleep. I've got to be still asleep. This is an all-new level of weird even for me."