He regretted the words not five seconds after he said them, because instead of giving him shit right back, Steve had that guilty look on his face again. He wasn't really sure how to explain that yeah, he was a jealous, and it was petty, but not really in the way Steve seemed to think. Things had changed again between them again since he got back, as much as Bucky didn't really want to admit it, and sooner or later they'd have to hash it out, but not right now. He shot Steve his best stop feeling guilty for stuff that's not your fault look. He used that look a lot.
Waffles were a much easier topic. He lifted his fork long enough to point it at Clint. "Watch it, Barton. I get best friend privileges so I can cut off your supply. And if your ego still fits in your nest, I think I can squeeze in."
It wasn't really ego, but Bucky wasn't really that big, so fair was fair.
He heard more stories about Natasha than he actually saw of her. He could guess at what was classified, but he didn't really care too much, considering the only people he'd mention it to were sitting in this room, and one of them had been working with her for ages. There was something familiar about her that he could never quite place, but Clint had laughed and said that was just 'Tasha.
He pushed a bite of waffle across his plate while Clint explained, not really inclined to sit down.
"It's a vantage point. Sniper's nest," Bucky supplied, in response to the last bit. "Clint's a... he's the World's Greatest Marksman. I lost the bet, so I have to say that, but it's actually true."
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Waffles were a much easier topic. He lifted his fork long enough to point it at Clint. "Watch it, Barton. I get best friend privileges so I can cut off your supply. And if your ego still fits in your nest, I think I can squeeze in."
It wasn't really ego, but Bucky wasn't really that big, so fair was fair.
He heard more stories about Natasha than he actually saw of her. He could guess at what was classified, but he didn't really care too much, considering the only people he'd mention it to were sitting in this room, and one of them had been working with her for ages. There was something familiar about her that he could never quite place, but Clint had laughed and said that was just 'Tasha.
He pushed a bite of waffle across his plate while Clint explained, not really inclined to sit down.
"It's a vantage point. Sniper's nest," Bucky supplied, in response to the last bit. "Clint's a... he's the World's Greatest Marksman. I lost the bet, so I have to say that, but it's actually true."