Clint waited until Bucky's back was turned to dish up a second serving before reaching over and snagging his plate. Fair was fair and he owed the man some serious payback for nearly making him stab Captain America in his kitchen this morning. The frilly yellow apron would have been totally ruined and Clint would never live down jumping a national icon.
Plus, the waffles smelled fantastic and he was starving.
"Unless their method of dealing with him ended up being 'Oh you're a pain in the ass, we're going to banish you to earth for some strange rite of passage because it seemed to work so well for your brother', then no, not really. Although at this point, I wouldn't put it past them." He slathered the waffles with butter and grabbed the syrup as well. he pondered this as he plucked a fork from a drawer. "Huh. Pretty sure that was the plot of a Disney movie somewhere along the way. Or if it wasn't, it should be."
He was distracted from chattering a moment longer because oh my god, waffles and his moan of approval was almost obscene. Because breakfast was serious business and this was divine and he shook his fork at Steve before taking another bite. "That's it. It's official. You can stay. We can charge you rent in waffles. Perfect trade-off. You are officially my favorite person today," he spoke around a mouthful, savoring a real breakfast. He never wanted to see another poptart ever again.
But he still had questions to answer and oh god, Bucky was going to love this so he swallowed before laughing, still using his fork for emphasis. "Backup? You could say that. And dude, I can't wait to introduce you just to see your tongue fall out of your head. His backup's a warrior goddess, from what I can gather. She says she came to keep an eye on him and look for Loki and damn, if all the females in Asgard look and fight like that one, I can see why getting banished to earth's a punishment. She's not quite as tall as Thor - because that guy's pretty much a walking mountain of muscle - but she comes pretty damned close. And when Natasha gets back on base, I'm not sure if we should run for the hills or start selling tickets and popcorn."
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Plus, the waffles smelled fantastic and he was starving.
"Unless their method of dealing with him ended up being 'Oh you're a pain in the ass, we're going to banish you to earth for some strange rite of passage because it seemed to work so well for your brother', then no, not really. Although at this point, I wouldn't put it past them." He slathered the waffles with butter and grabbed the syrup as well. he pondered this as he plucked a fork from a drawer. "Huh. Pretty sure that was the plot of a Disney movie somewhere along the way. Or if it wasn't, it should be."
He was distracted from chattering a moment longer because oh my god, waffles and his moan of approval was almost obscene. Because breakfast was serious business and this was divine and he shook his fork at Steve before taking another bite. "That's it. It's official. You can stay. We can charge you rent in waffles. Perfect trade-off. You are officially my favorite person today," he spoke around a mouthful, savoring a real breakfast. He never wanted to see another poptart ever again.
But he still had questions to answer and oh god, Bucky was going to love this so he swallowed before laughing, still using his fork for emphasis. "Backup? You could say that. And dude, I can't wait to introduce you just to see your tongue fall out of your head. His backup's a warrior goddess, from what I can gather. She says she came to keep an eye on him and look for Loki and damn, if all the females in Asgard look and fight like that one, I can see why getting banished to earth's a punishment. She's not quite as tall as Thor - because that guy's pretty much a walking mountain of muscle - but she comes pretty damned close. And when Natasha gets back on base, I'm not sure if we should run for the hills or start selling tickets and popcorn."