"Where is whomst's bitch?"
"D'OOF!" Sam bellows as he's crashed into full-speed by one frantic White Wolf.
"Sorry!" Barnes says, quickly righting Sam before he can fall over. "Where's my bitch?"
"He's --" Sam starts as he lifts a hand to point, and then his brain processes the words that had just come out of Barnes's mouth. "Wait -- Your what?"
"I meant Steve," Barnes snaps with a jerking shake of his head and a metal hand, looking confused himself. "What did I say?"
"You said 'Where's my bitch?'" Sam repeats, dumbfounded.
"Oh," Barnes says, his ears abruptly flushing red. "Whoops. Force of habit. Where is he?"
"Force of what?" Sam demands to know further.
Clint, having just finished putting his hearing aids back in, taps on Barnes's shoulder. "Did you call Steve a bitch?"
"Where the fuck is he?" Barnes snaps again.
Clint and Sam both point down the South Green hallway of the ER, opening their mouths to say, at the same time: "23A."
"Thanks," Barnes says, briefly clapping Sam on the shoulder before jogging down the hallway.
Sam and Clint turn, simultaneously, to face each other.
"He said 'Where's my bitch?'" Sam repeats in a question.
"Did he?" Clint asks.
Tony walks up, slurping loudly on his slushie. "What did I miss?"
"Cap's a bitch," Clint says.
"He's Barnes's bitch," Sam adds.
Tony blinks several times, then looks down at his slushie. "Did I put acid in this or something and forget?"
"Okay, that raises more questions than Steve being anyone's bitch let alone the Winter Soldier's," Sam declares. "Far more concerning questions."
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Barnes's voice suddenly echoes through the hospital.
"I don't think there's acid in your slurpee," Clint says quickly, "Barnes really did call Cap his bitch."
Tony slurps harder on his cherry red slushie, frowning. "No, no, there's acid in here."
"DUDE!" Sam bellows once more.
