"Do you have a lot of dreams like this, Clint?" Bucky teased. He was sorry he missed that now, because Clint's face must have been priceless and Steve must have mentally planned out the scolding of a lifetime. Maybe he was saving it for when Clint left. It was different, though, seeing Clint more off-balance than Steve. Some things had changed. He was still getting accustomed to people tripping over themselves when they laid eyes on Captain America.

He moved over to fetch his cup and Steve's, passing off the latter as he came to lean against the counter beside Steve this time. Sweet, delicious caffeine.

"Apron's his." Clint and Bucky replied in stereo and Bucky rolled his eyes to look at Steve. "I got it as a gift for Clint because it reminded me of his bright personality and delicate nature." He raised his eyebrows at Steve. "It kinda suits you though. You need a new outfit, right? Maybe I'll get you one with a flag on it."

All joking aside, he was almost as curious as Steve when it came to what happened in New Mexico. He'd gotten a brief rundown when he went in to hand SHIELD his report on the phone call, but it still didn't make a whole lot of sense. At least Clint didn't look much worse for the wear. Though he didn't say as much aloud, he was glad to have him back in one piece. "God of Mischief, huh. It'll be nice if all we have to worry about is some prank phone calls."