"No one ever wants my coffee." Clint said without any hint of that fact bothering him. He added more to his own cup and left the pot on the burner. He'd be back. In the mean time he grabbed a glass of water for Steve.
Bucky chuckled a little, "Not in hell." he teased in Steve's direction, quietly enough that Clint wouldn't hear him.
Once his mom's showed up Bucky reluctantly let go of Steve's hand so he could give each a hug and a kiss on their cheek. "Hi Ma."
Clint finally left the kitchen, his own coffee in one hand and the glass for Steve in the other. He offered it to him with a smile, ""How's life of a giant treating you?" Steve was only an inch or so taller than him but far broader, and much more muscled. Especially with the bit of dad-bod Clint had put on over the past few years.