Chapter Two
It didn't take long for Bucky to take advantage of Clint being distracted by his sneeze. He plucked the bow from only semi resisting hands with ease and carefully gripped it with the metal hand. Wouldn't endear him to the archer if he managed to crush the bow after all. A moment later Clint had a gun in his hands and was narrowing his eyes at Bucky. "How did you get into the tower?" That actually surprised Bucky and he stood there, dumbfounded for a moment as he gazed intently into hard blue green eyes. Did Steve not actually tell anyone he was here? He could picture Steve not wanting to tell anyone to keep the peace with the team but for god's sake Stark knew and he didn't seem like the type to keep anything to himself. Even when he really should consider keeping things to himself. A repetitive complain of Rodger's actually.
"I.. live here." That caused the gun to lower just a hair, barely noticeable by anyone but the man that had been the Winter Solider for near on seventy years. It was slightly encouraging though. "Steve didn't say?" That would explain why no Avengers were banging Steve's door down every day at least. The gun lowered even more which made Buck breath a little easier than he had been a moment ago before he got a scowl. And another body rocking sneeze from the drenched archer in front of him. Deciding enough was enough he easily slipped the bow though his shoulder onto his back and grabbed the wrist that wasn't occupied by a gun and dragged Clint towards the living room where he was just playing Halo.
"Woah! What do you think you... " Clint couldn't even keep from sneezing long enough to argue against the mother hen treatment he was now currently getting from the ex stone cold Winter Solider.
"Shudd up." Even Bucky could hear the Brooklyn accent and it was only by a hair that he avoided flinching at the sound. Now wasn't the time. He had to take care of a clearly sick birdie. Within moments, possibly even to fast for Barton to track, the archer was relieved of his gun and shoes, shoved onto a couch and tightly wrapped up in a blanket. Bucky couldn't get two shits about the fact that Clint was still muddy and that water was dripping from his cuffs and various other places. Bucky could see a startled and confused pair of blue green eyes gazing at him, till the next sneeze shook the archer so bad he just looked confused when it was over.
"Where do you guys keep the tea? What about soup? Are you allergic to anything?" Bucky rattled out a list of questions without pausing for breath. Clint could only sit on the couch , getting more wide eyed by the moment before Bucky tossed his hands up and stormed towards the communal kitchen muttering under his breath about finding things his damn self. Hopefully stoves and tea pots hadn't really changed since the 1940's. He could only image what kind of picture he was forming for Barton. The Winter Solider, deadly killer and assassin not only living in the same tower as he was but now playing nurse maid to him because he simply wouldn't stop sneezing. For Bucky this was all quite normal though so it only took a moment to dig though things and unknowingly come across Banner's stash of tea. Two minutes later and he was sitting next to Clint, forcing a cup of tea into his hands and a thermometer into the corner of his mouth. He wasn't sure why he had found it on the kitchen's island but looking gift horses in the mouth wasn't one of his things, either now or back when he was growing up.
Clint was now staring at him in a weird mixture of horror and amusement. Thankfully he didn't spit the thermometer out of his mouth though that thought certainly had to be swimming though the archer's weary mind now. Bucky could deal with looks if that was the case. "Just.. shut up. What are you doing out in that weather anyhow? Without a heavier jacket? You're going catch your death or something. Doesn't SHIELD train it's people any better these days. Swear to god you're just as Steve was back in the day. Like this one time Steve.."
Bucky just started rattling on as he waited for the beep that would tell him that he could read Barton's temp not even realize he was rattling on even though Clint's expression edged away from horror into straight out amusement. He was having a hard time keeping the thermometer from wiggling in his mouth as he suppressed any laughter he had. It didn't even occur to him that he had done a typically 'Barnes' thing and told Clint to shut up before then proceeding to ask a series of questions.