[I don't know what this is. It's so stupid and horrible don't read it. It started out okay but I don't know what happened. I have no freaking clue. // So the Civil War trailer might be released tonight ???]

Bucky isn't one for displaying his feelings. He doesn't really even like to smile unless it's necessary when Steve tells a crap joke.

So when (Y/n) shuffles into the kitchen early in the morning, hair a mess and pajamas rumpled, a small smile pulls at his lips as she blindly reaches for the coffee cup.

"Here," Bucky says, and (Y/n) jumps, turns, and smacks right into Bucky's chest. He laughs suddenly, and she looks up with bleary eyes. "You okay?"

"You just.." She squints, brings up a hand and pokes his cheek. "You're smiling," The grin widens and (Y/n) looks totally awake. "Sweet Christmas, you are,"

"Jesus," comes a huffy voice. (Y/n) and Bucky turn to find Clint slapping a hand over his eyes and immediately groans. "Ouch, shit. Jesus, it's too early for this shit. All I wanted was some goddamn coffee but no, I have to walk in on this goddamn love fest at goddamn six in the fucking morning,"

Bucky and (Y/n) hold their breaths for one, two seconds.. before they shake with laughter as Clint blinks at them angrily.

"What the fucking fuck is wrong with you two shitturds," he demands, stomping his foot. In result, he looses his balance stumbles into the fridge. "Fuck! Ouch! Bitch! I'm going to fuckin' mess you up, you pile of junk-"

"What in Gods name is happening,"

(Y/n) howls with laughter, on the floor with Bucky as he covers his mouth. They must've woken everyone up because Steve, Natasha, and Tony are standing there looking very unhappy.

"About fucking time," Clint slides down the fridge, landing on his behind and makes a pitiful sound. "These two gigantic dipshits were getting it fucking on at six-o-bitching-clock,"

Almost instantly, their faces twist into something of a frown, blank expression, and a grin, but they loose it after five seconds.

(Y/n) and Bucky join in on their ugly laughter, leaning against each other with fat tears rolling down their cheeks.

Clint ends up throwing a fit, screaming on about the team being, quote, "Shit for everything, no good imbeciles," and storms out of the kitchen while flipping them all a very emphasized middle finger.