“Holy shit, Buck, you’re not gonna believe this.”
Clint slams the front door a little louder than he should, but his ears are ringing from the subway and he’s high on the adrenaline of a potential job.
“What’s up?”
Bucky’s voice comes from the kitchen—no surprise there—and Clint stumbles to get there, following his nose to the perfect scent of a homemade pizza in progress. There’s peppers and garlic and he might accidentally moan out loud if he’s not careful.
“First of all,” Clint says as he wraps his arms around Bucky’s shoulders and presses a wet kiss to his cheek, “I love you. You’re perfect and amazing and you’re the best.”
“Second?”
Bucky pretends he’s being blasé, continuing on with his sauce stirring, but Clint can hear the smile in his voice.
“Second, is that… I love you and you’re the best.”
“So you’ve said.”
Clint tightens his arms around Bucky, burying his nose in Bucky’s neck and reminding himself that all he’ll ever need is right here. He might be feeling a little guilty. He hopes Bucky won’t notice and he forces the words out.
“Also Katie’s probably definitely gonna qualify for the Olympics at Nationals and I want you to come because I’m booking a super lavish Presidential suite because I’m really sorry that it’s the same week as our anniversary and we need someone to watch Lucky. Um… Do you know anyone that’s gonna be free next week?”
“Hm.” Bucky turns around with Clint still attached to his back and starts spreading the sauce on the pizza dough that’s taking up half the kitchen island. “I think I can get that Kaplan kid to stay over. You like him, right?”
“He’s fine.”
“Good, so that’s done. What else?”
Clint groans. “I gotta call the travel agent tomorrow.” As well as some other people. About a certain assassination job. But he keeps that part to himself.
He collapses into a chair at the table, lamenting the fact that he lost his precious one hour of meditation time to an impromptu meeting. A meeting, might he add, that’s thrown him entirely off balance in the worst way. He can’t get this woman out of his head. He’s a terrible husband.
“Don’t you have classes tomorrow?”
“Almost all day.”
“I can call if you want.” Bucky’s spreading pepperoni and mushrooms very generously to Clint’s half of the pizza. He’s amazing. The best. Clint loves him so much.
And yet, Clint thinks back to the woman with the red hair and smirk on her lips. She meant business. She’s more than the glorified secretary she was pretending to be by delivering her boss’s message. Clint’s got a weird feeling about her, about the fact that she was there at all.
“That, uh,” Clint says, distracted, “That’d be great. Thanks.”
“Okay.” Bucky puts the pizza in the oven and leans back on his hands against the counter. “Let me know the details.”
Clint smiles. “Of course.” There’s a beat of silence. “Bucky?”
Bucky’s still looking at him, never turned his attention away. He smiles, soft and attentive, eyes bright.
“Yeah?”
“You know I love you right?”
“You only tell me about a million times a day.”
“Yeah. But do you know?”
Bucky shakes his head, disbelieving. “I think I have some idea.”
This is ADORABLE and it would make my 2020 if it ever gets expanded!
