Cosplay
“Hey Nat,” Clint says, sitting down on the couch next to her. “Hey,” she replies without looking up from her book. According to the cover of the book, she is reading a romantic vampire story in french. “Are you still in touch with that sword guy from Canada?” he asks and steals a grape from the bowl that is standing next to her. “I can give you the number,” Nat says, turning a page.
“You’re the best,” Clint beams at her and plants a kiss on her cheek. “I know,” she grins and then turns back to her book. “What do you need a sword for?” asks Sam, who is sitting on the armchair and looking intently at the television and trying not to get shot.
Steve recently discovered Fortnite and gets everyone playing it with him. “It’s for Bucky,” Clint explains, not wanting to go into too much detail. “What does Bucky need a sword for?” Steve asks from his seat in the other armchair, eliminating another player. "Uhm...well-" Clint starts hesitantly. "he's finished the Game of Thrones books and now he wants a sword"
"Fuck-" Sam curses as his figure turns into blue dots, but then turns around. He has an amused grin on his face. “He wants to cosplay a character?” Sam asks and Clint just shrugs. “Who wants to cosplay?” asks Tony, who just comes into the room. He holds a cup of coffee in one hand and a Starkpad in the other hand.
“Barnes, wants a sword for his Game of Thrones cosplay,” Sam explains. “You’re going to a Comic Con without us,” Tony complains, looking dismayed. Maybe he should have just sent Nat a message. He realizes that he is putting himself and Bucky in a situation that was not intended. Now he has to explain to Bucky that they're going to a Comic Con.
“Do you want to come with us?” Clint asks.
"I'm Jon Snow," Sam and Tony answer at the same time.
"I have some good news and some not-so-good news-" Clint starts to say, sitting on the kitchen counter while Bucky is busy cooking dinner. “Which one do you want to hear first?” “The good news,” Bucky replies as he chops up a pepper. “I have the sword guy’s number,” Clint explains with a grin. Bucky stops moving. “You’re the best,” Bucky says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I know,” Clint grins and steals a small piece of pepper.
“What’s the not-so-good news?” Buck asks, continuing to cut. "Somehow the rest of the team thinks you're going to a comic con with the cosplay and well... there's apparently a comic con in three months and-" "We're going to a comic con?" Bucky interrupts with a questioning expression. "Yes. It was asked what you needed a sword for and what should I have said? No, we need the cosplay because we are planning something sexual. That seemed a bit wrong to me. Aside from that-"
"So we're going to Comic Con?" Bucky asks again and Clint nods. “That’s wonderful,” Bucky says happily, beaming from ear to ear and letting go of the peppers and the knife. “I will start working on it immediately.” Clint watches as Bucky disappears upstairs into the bedroom and talks cheerfully to himself.
"Okay-" Clint says and looks at the noodles cooking in the pot. “seems like I’ll keep cooking.” He sighs as he slides off the kitchen counter. “Hey Clint,” Bucky calls from upstairs. “Do you actually still need your old Ronin suit? Or can I cut fabric out of it?”