To further that last piercing au: for some reason, every time someone walks in on Steve exercising shirtless, or getting changed, or wandering around just wearing his pj bottoms, it's Clint. Everywhere he turns, there's Steve's pierced chest until eventually he actually walks in on Bucky re-piercing Steve's nipples for him.
Clint pauses and takes a moment to shuffle everything around in his arms so that he’s holding the popcorn bowl under his elbow, the six pack hooked over two fingers, three bags of gummy worms clutched in the remaining three so that he can knock, loudly, with his free hand.
Nat raises an eyebrow at him. He doesn’t explain, but turns the knob and pushes the door open when he hears Bucky’s voice call, “Come in!”
“Oh, come on!” he complains when they enter the kitchen. “You couldn’t have asked us to wait? Just until you finished up?”
Bucky doesn’t look up, but Steve, sitting on the table, turns his head and grins at them. “He’ll be done in two minutes,” he says. “My body pushed out the studs, so Bucky’s helping me re-pierce.”
Bucky, tongue between his teeth, chances a quick glance over at the door. “Hey guys,” he says.
Stalking over to the counter, Clint dumps everything he’s carrying and turns – his back to the table – to help Natasha with her load. “You do this on purpose, don’t you,” he grumbles. “What if I passed out at the sight of needles? Then you’d have a big pile of purple on the floor and who knows, I might have hit my head and died.”
“Good thing you don’t go faint, then, isn’t it?” Bucky asks. “Don’t move, Steve, or I might stab you through the heart.”
Steve goes still for a moment, looking down at his chest rather than craning his neck to see what food Clint and Nat have brought. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “Did you guys bring the sour gummy worms?”
Rolling his eyes and making a pouty face at Nat, Clint holds up the gummy worms Steve had asked about. “Wish I hadn’t,” he mutters under his breath.
“If you’re jealous,” Nat says, “I can pierce yours.”
