Bucky stares owlishly at the three cups of coffee and then at Steve and, finally, Lucky. “What?” The word comes out a little garbled with sleep, and Bucky’s bed-head is a whole new look. He’s shaved the other side and back to match the surgical shave and his hair is falling out of its bun in the front.
Past Bucky, Steve can see one of Clint’s feet sticking out of the covers in the bedroom, dead to the world.
“Can we come in?” Steve asks, although it’s nearly pointless with Lucky already bounding through the door and throwing himself bodily onto the bed on top of Clint. The covers go flying and Clint and Lucky end up in a tangled mess on the floor with Lucky enthusiastically licking every part of Clint’s hands and face he can reach, wiggling like a puppy. “I brought coffee,” Steve calls, in the vague hope Clint might hear him.
“Fuck - “ Clint fights his way free of the covers and gets a good hold around Lucky’s torso. His bed-head puts dandelions to shame. “Coffee?”
From Sticks & Stones by Reremouse, chapter 7
The ongoing process of learning to art continues with borrowed robe and minor bedhead Bucky from Sticks & Stones.
