When Bucky appeared, Steve couldn't help smiling, even though he was supposed to be blaming his friend for being a bad host and not properly preparing Agent Barton for all of this. It was just impossible to stay mad at him considering the circumstances. He'd given up on his friend as dead that day, after all, and the fact that they had met again seventy years almost seemed like fate.
He just laughed and shook his head when the two owned up to needing coffee before they were functional. Steve thought that people were a bit too reliant on caffeine, especially these days, but he didn't know if he could blame them. For one thing, S.H.I.E.L.D agents didn't have the best hours to start with. For another, he could probably handle sleep deprivation better than most thanks to the serum. "One cream and one sugar," he said in response to Barton's question.
"And I mean it, you're not dreaming," he continued as he set the cover of the waffle iron down and left it to do its magic, turning to watch the two. It was clear almost immediately that Bucky and Clint were good friends. "It'd be great if I could get some sort of explanation for why you two own an apron like this, though." He wanted to assume that a girlfriend of theirs had left it behind by accident at one point, but that was probably giving them a little too much credit.
"And I'm glad to hear he took it easy on you." Steve's instinct was to question Barton on the situation, to see if he remembered anything about where Loki had kept him, but he knew it was too early for that. He couldn't start grilling the man when they'd only just met, his soldierly instincts bedamned.
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He just laughed and shook his head when the two owned up to needing coffee before they were functional. Steve thought that people were a bit too reliant on caffeine, especially these days, but he didn't know if he could blame them. For one thing, S.H.I.E.L.D agents didn't have the best hours to start with. For another, he could probably handle sleep deprivation better than most thanks to the serum. "One cream and one sugar," he said in response to Barton's question.
"And I mean it, you're not dreaming," he continued as he set the cover of the waffle iron down and left it to do its magic, turning to watch the two. It was clear almost immediately that Bucky and Clint were good friends. "It'd be great if I could get some sort of explanation for why you two own an apron like this, though." He wanted to assume that a girlfriend of theirs had left it behind by accident at one point, but that was probably giving them a little too much credit.
"And I'm glad to hear he took it easy on you." Steve's instinct was to question Barton on the situation, to see if he remembered anything about where Loki had kept him, but he knew it was too early for that. He couldn't start grilling the man when they'd only just met, his soldierly instincts bedamned.