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There was a chill next to Bucky when he woke up and a quick smacking of the bed next to him confirmed that he was alone. The bedsheets were still warm, he hadn’t been alone for long. He swung himself out of bed and shuffled into the living room. Nobody was there. The microwave clock said it was 3am. A short elevator ride to the common room later and he saw a lanky blanket-covered silhouette against the massive windows on the far wall.
“Clint?” He called out. No response. Clint must have left his hearing aids in their bedroom.
Bucky made a slight detour to the massive kitchen and turned on the high-tech coffee maker. He hoisted himself up on the counter slightly to grab Clint’s favorite mug from the top shelf and put three lumps of sugar and a two second pour of almond milk at the bottom. The coffee machine gurgled and sputtered out it’s first drips of Clint’s favorite dark roast and the smell of the brew started warming up the common room at the late hour.
Bucky walked up behind Clint as the coffee brewed, careful to not mask his footfalls so Clint could feel the vibrations of his approach, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend from behind. He rested his head between Clint’s shoulder blades and felt the tickle of the fuzzy blanket on his face. Clint intertwined their fingers on Bucky’s flesh and blood hand and brought it up for a kiss.
The coffee maker’s ping to signal the end of the brewing made Bucky jump slightly. Clint looked around warily until Bucky signed “coffee” to him. He dragged the blanket behind him like a cape over to the squishiest of the couches and slumped against the arm. Clint rubbed his eyes with his fingers, trying to get rid of the blue light that he saw when he closed them when the smell of coffee came right under his nose.
Bucky stood right over him, holding out his favorite mug filled to the brim with what looked like Clint’s favorite brew and fixins. Clint grabbed the mug with both hands and inhaled the steam, feeling his shoulders relax. He was at the tower. He was safe. He wasn’t being brainwashed. Bucky was there.
“Mmmm thanks babe.” Clint said, probably too loudly.
Bucky just shook his head at him with a grin, folding his middle and ring finger down on his metal hand to sign “i love you” to Clint.
“Aw Buck. I love you too.”
Clint downed the rest of his coffee with a few large sips and Bucky took the cup from him to get a refill. He made himself a hot chocolate while he was up and settled on top of Clint’s feet on the sofa. Clint wiggled his freezing cold toes under Bucky’s legs, making Bucky grin and chuckle.
“You ok?” Bucky asked, making sure Clint could see his lips to read what he was saying.
“I will be.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not yet.”
Bucky just sipped his cocoa. “Ok. I’m not going anywhere.”