WHO: Bucky and Clint WHAT: Birthday! WHERE: Coffee! WHEN: March 10
Birthdays! Those were fun, right? Clint tended to occasionally think so, depending on what the landmark year was, and where he was and, like, his general state of mind or whatever. He’d had a pretty solid birthday this last year, what with the Blade Runner outdoor movie session and snacks and stuff.
It’d been good. And he was a fairly social creature, so he’d enjoyed the fact that the whole town had made a night of it with him.
Bucky, on the other hand, wasn’t overly social and so a movie night or a party clearly wasn’t the way to go. Instead, Clint had woken him up with smooches, and then more smooches and then a little something he liked to call Hanky Panky (but only because it was funny) and then, because he was the best husband in town, he did that all over again in the shower.
Happy Birthday indeed.
But he wasn’t done yet. Now, with squeaky clean hair and teeth, he pulled on a t-shirt and a sweater that was absolutely not his and offered Bucky a toothy grin. He hadn’t bothered putting his hearing aids back in after the shower yet, so wiggled his fingers obnoxiously to get Bucky’s attention fully. Made you a cake. he signed. That’s breakfast when you’re an adult. Mind, the cake was in his shop, because he’d meant for it to be a surprise — except he was kind of bad at secrets.