"That's the saddest thing I've heard all day," Clint said, lamenting the lack of functional caffeination for super soldiers everywhere. "I don't know how you live your life, not being about one cup of coffee away from being paranoid and a little sick." Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration on Clint's part. Mostly. But still.
He leaned his hip against the counter, clearly about two seconds from just making the place more his own than it already was and sitting on a place that was clearly not meant to be sat at. It wasn't like he was trying to show off or anything, but whenever Bucky was around Clint rather wanted to be a little cooler than what he normally came off as. Which was just -- dumb, probably. Cool didn't equate to Mermaid Avengers fanart, and Centaurs framed front and center on the wall of his shop. Still. There was some inner need to be -- something. Not impressive. Just. Noticeable?
"Oh," he said, going for falsely careful. "Are you looking to speak to the manager? Because if you have a complaint, Katie's not here right now."