"Any coffee is better than no coffee. The town would riot if we ran ou---what?" Admittedly, the noise in this place -- talking from every direction and shouting happening down the halls and whatever else was going on wasn't great for his already limited hearing, so Clint had to remind himself he ought to be staying sharp. But he had turned away for a minute to go on some sort of new quest.
Right until he was pulled back in, of course.
"Oh my god," he said, and his voice was something like a reverent whisper, his hands going back to find his wallet before his brain even really caught up with him. "My little Bucky. So glorious."