Clint bumped his shoulder back, shooting him a genuine grin. "What, and make me miss the shock of finding Captain America making waffles in your frilly apron? Consider yourself forgiven," he teased, looking unrepentant.

He was still surprised, a little off balance, but Clint was mostly used to that and fairly skilled at rolling with punches, so he just shrugged and smiled and went to drag down some coffee mugs. "Yeah, me before coffee just doesn't exist anyway, so we'll fix that. And I'm fine," he answered, shooting Steve a look over his shoulder. "Apparently he felt more like living up to his title of 'god of mischief' rather than doing any real damage. I lucked out, I guess."

He poured coffee into three mugs, leaving his black and dumping sugar into Bucky's. "How do you like your coffee, Captain?" he asked, then paused, shaking his head at himself. "Are we certain I'm not still dreaming this?"