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Natasha and Clint had moved in on the library table at the Avengers Tower, Clint's feet propped up on it, Natasha's propped on his chair, and the entire surface of table and nearby floor covered with heaps and stacks of their selections.
Steve ushered Bucky in to hunt up a modern encyclopedia and froze when he saw the two of them muttering.
Bucky opened his mouth, but Natasha cut him off with: "Bucky, don't speak Latin in front of the books."
It was an open secret that Natasha spoke Latin, but nobody had thought that extended to Bucky.
Clint shot a questioning glance his way.
In English, Bucky complained, "That's the right language for a library."
Natasha sighed and muttered something in Russian. A book flew to her hand. "Stick to that bookcase over there then where my books are. Stark keeps dangerous things in here."
Clint held up a manual on explosives with a grin. "It's a very obedient book too."
"Hawkeye," Steve admonished. "Come on, Bucky. Over here."
Bucky fixed Clint with a meaningful gaze.
Clint promised in Russian Sign Language to show him where the good books were later.