"What have you got there?"
Bucky froze in the hallway. He had not expected Natasha to be at home. He attempted to shift into the shadows.
"...an iced coffee?" He hadn't meant it to be a question and he tried vaguely jostling his Starbucks cup. She raised her eyebrows and very clearly dragged her eyes over the unconscious blond slung across Bucky's shoulder.
Bucky lifted his cup and tried a nonchalant slurp. His coffee was empty. Natasha looked extremely unimpressed.
"I found him in the garbage and you can't make me put him back!”
She laughed and opened the door.
A little birthday drabble for the @the-poly-armory collaborative Barton Birthday Bingo for the fill "I found it in the trash and you can't make me put it back"
















