Pancakes
“Oh my heart,” Tony says exuberantly, reaching for the plate full of pancakes. Clint hits his hands with the spatula. “Ow,” Tony says, pulling his hands away. Insulted, Tony sits down on one of the kitchen chairs. “These aren’t for you,” Clint says, flipping the pancake. "I realize that now too-" Tony mumbles, pouting. “But I only want one. A small one. Please". “Nope,” Clint replies, and before Tony can add anything, Bucky slurps into the kitchen. He looks like he hasn't slept in four days.
Tony silently observes the interaction.
Bucky sits down on the stool at the kitchen island and Clint pushes the plate of pancakes over to him. Without a word, Bucky pulls the plate closer. Clint hands him over a fork and then turns back to the pancake in the pan. If Tony looks closely, he can see a small smile on Bucky's face.
Without a word, Tony leaves the two of them alone and tries to scrounge up his breakfast somewhere else.