“The f**k are you watching?” Clint demanded, shedding his coat, wallet, and random candy wrappers as he flopped down on the couch next to Bucky.
“It's actually pretty funny,” Bucky said defensively. Clint was too damn quiet when he came in the door sometimes. Bucky suspected he did it on purpose; all stealthy as he crept up on Bucky getting his reality TV fix, then making him jump out of his skin when Clint was right behind him.
“More reality garbage,” Clint declared, putting his booted feet up on the coffee table.
Bucky had his feet up too, but he was in his comfy lounge-wear and warm socks. “Give it a chance,” Bucky said. “You'll see.” When cornered, go on the defensive. “Better than the crap you watch.”
Clint snorted loudly, and reached over to grab a handful of chips from the bo
