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Bucky eyed the clock in the kitchen. 9:45 am.
“We actually have coffee this morning? Wild. Usually I have to brew a new pot, it must be my lucky day.” Stark says as he pours himself a cup.
“Clint must not be up yet” Natasha adds.
Bucky nods. He has taken notice that this has been happening more often lately, maybe he’s not getting enough sleep? He never seemed to be getting enough sleep to begin with. Always tired. The bags under his eyes are as a part of Clint’s uniform as the purple and black suit was.
“”Sir, would you like me to remind everyone of the training you have scheduled at 11:00?”
“Yes, J.A.R.V.I.S. That would be helpful.” Stark smiled into his cup of coffee.
Members of the Tower made their way into the kitchen after that announcement. Everyone but Clint. Bucky watched the crowd but never spotted the tall blonde.
When the clock hit 10:20, The tower starts to flash red.
“J.A.R.V.I.S. STATUS UPDATE!” Tony’s sarcastic exterior melted away.
“Sir, there is an attack in Time Square. Spider-Man is requesting back up. Incoming call from Spider-Man”
“Hey SIr- Uh So I would usually deal with this all on my own however uh- Did anyone ever tell you not to interrupt when someone is calling!? Sorry about that, there’s just a lot more-“
“ COME BACK HERE SPIDER-MAN” the sound of a faint explosion can be heard.
“Of them! Really need help making SURETHEREISNTTOMUCH-“ several other expulsions are heard, “DAMAGEISDONE GOTTA GO! PLEASE HELP!”
Bucky looked around and everyone seemed a bit frazzled.
“ALRIGHT avengers let’s move, let’s be ready to go in 15!” Steve yelled as he rushed towards the elevator.
Everyone snapped from their haze and started to get ready. Pietro stretched and was gone before Bucky could register. Tony already had his suit halfway on. Mjolnir appeared into Thor’s hand. But there was no streak of purple running around.
Bucky felt a thump on his chest
“We have to go,” Natasha spoke. Bucky looked down at his chest to see she was giving him a gun “Start getting read-“
“What about Clint?”
“What about him?” Natasha tilted her head.
“He’s not up here.”
“James, He’s probably getting ready and will meet us downstairs and if he’s not he’s asleep. We gotta get moving.”
Bucky’s gut is screaming at him to go check on Clint. He’s not going to meet the team anywhere. Bucky started moving but not towards his weapons or armor, towards Clint’s rooms.
The red flashing lights only add to Bucky’s climbing anxiety. He runs down the staircase nearly tripping due his speed. He finally gets to the floor that Clint’s room is on and knocks.
No answer.
Wait. If he’s asleep he can’t hear this.
Bucky tries to open the door and it’s locked.
The Ex spy takes a deep breath.
“Sorry Clint.”
And bust open the door.
There’s no one in his living room era, but it is a mess. Pizza boxes everywhere, half drunk coffee mugs, a stack of dishes. Clint isn’t the cleanest person, but his room has never looked this distressed.
Bucky moves through the room to Clint’s bedroom door and opens it.