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Three years, seven months and six days in and Clint realized that Bruce was a blanket stealer.
It was well after they got together, well after they left Tony’s tower, shortly after they got Lucky and just a few days after their first serious conversation about adopting did it first happen. Clint woke with cold toes and chilled arms, while Bruce was lightly sweating from too much fluff wrapped around him. The first time was cute, second time was curious, third to seventh time was annoying, and then it was endearing.
Bruce Banner was not the type that would take anything from anyone. Heck, he would refuse to feed himself if it meant taking food from someone else. Yet here he was, waking up with ice toes and stiff fingers, the only warmth from the overly bundled man that had rolled away from him in his sleep.
When Bruce woke up, some time after Clint had to hug his blanket covered body for enough warmth to fall asleep again, he apologized heavily for it, but that didn’t stop him from doing it again the next week, or the week after.
So Clint woke up cold a little more often, and Bruce stopped apologizing as much about it, and it was all okay. It took three years, seven months and six days for Clint to find out that Bruce was a secret blanket stealer, and he had the rest of his life to figure out that else he was hiding.