Bucky's eyes kept gravitating back to the kitten, when he wasn't watching Clint. She was wobbly and little and her hair stood up everywhere. She was a little broken and she didn't seem to care. She was really damned cute, even his Ma had liked her. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if she stuck around.
Bucky shrugged as she came back, scratching under her chin before taking the tea Clint dripped a few drops from the flask into. "Yeah. Don't know how that happened." He cocked his head. "Never actually talked to the guy," Bucky admitted. Natasha had written him first, and then Bucky hadn't had the money to think about trying to buy from someone who jacked prices for Victors. "So don't know if he even had it. But I can see." Scott knew him, not Bucky, and Bucky didn't know about handing over a name without asking Scott first. He knew Barton was trustworthy - he kept a lot of secrets for a lot of people. But he figured he'd at least try not to screw over anyone else in the process. "I got told he'll charge a fuck load for it, if he does have it," Bucky warned, just because Scott had said as much.
Bucky snorted. "I could live on that stuff. But promised Peg I'd take it easy. And who knows what it does long term? But for once in a while - I'll take the high." And Clint could too. He was the last person to judge what someone needed to get by. It was probably only by miracle of Peggy, Claire, and maybe a few others that Bucky hadn't ended up a Morphling addict or something like it, afterward. He'd just taken whatever he'd been given for a while there.
Bucky laughed again, taking a healthy sip of the tea and waiting for the glow of the drug to start kicking in. "Barton - I'm always fucked up. You got permission not to worry about how I fucked up lately. You got your own problems," Bucky said. "I'm sorry if we made it worse, though."