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Sam entered the room, rubbing his chest and letting out a loud yawn. Steve was already wide awake, sitting on the couch with Natasha's legs draped over his lap. Clint was stationed at the kitchen counter, pouring an excessive amount of sugar into his mug of coffee. He stirred until it dissolved completely, creating a thick, syrupy consistency.
Bucky Barnes, once known as the fist of Hydra, stood nearby pouring himself a cup of coffee. He then grabbed another mug from the cabinet and placed it in front of Sam without saying a word. Barnes then walked over to the couch, lightly grazing against Clint's back as he passed by.
The former therapist, now Avenger, still couldn’t make sense of that relationship. Barnes was literally a walking and talking legend and Clint…Clint was currently dressed in a pair of novelty elephant pajama pants. The cartoonish elephant trunk hung between his legs.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Sam asked, wrinkling his nose as he finally looked at Clint directly.
Clint took a sip of his syrupy coffee and replied nonchalantly, "I wish to devour the unborn."
Sam’s eyebrows tried to escape his face, and he found himself looking at the others in the room. Natasha shrugged her shoulders with a laugh, and Steve shared in the dumbfounded expression.
“Eggs,” Bucky said with a quick look at Sam. “He wants eggs.”
Sam decided he was too tired for this shit and ignored the empty coffee mug and headed back to bed.