"Doing alright there?" Bucky asked, an amused smile curling his lips.

"Yeah... Fine."

"You can just admit you don't like the movie ya know."

Clint's eyes widened in disbelief. "You kidding? I love this movie. Great movie. Perfect for Halloween."

"Alright. Now this time try to sound sincere," Bucky said after a laugh.

"Alright fine. I don't like this movie. It's creepy."

"Finally!" Bucky snatched the remote from the table to turn off the film.

Clint looked between the screen and his current pillow. Tried to ask what that reaction was all about but couldn't quite find the words. Bucky was already searching for more movies.

"I hated it," Bucky said when Clint continued to stare. "I couldn't turn it off though in case you were actually enjoying it."

Bucky set a hand in Clint's hair at some point in his scrolling. Clint soaked up the affectionate head scratches and gentle petting like a cat finally at home.

"I think I know just the one you'll like," Clint mumbled after a particularly nice shoulder rub.

"Yeah?"

"You sure you're up for this?" Clint asks.

It's the fifth time he's tried to give me an out. The fifth time he's looked over, saw me hesitating, and got that soft understanding look in his eyes.

"I'm fine."

"You know we can wait on this right?"

And he asks with that damn understanding in his eyes, but there's disappointment he doesn't want me to see in the slight down turn of his lips and the slump of his shoulders.

"I'm getting in this bed and snuggling you damn it."

That gets a smile. It's only half a one though.

"You know I don't mind."

"I mind. Been waiting longer than necessary. If I kick you out of bed, just pick me up and drop me over the edge."

There's that laugh. A real one this time.

"What?"

"Nothin."

"Something," Clint quips back.

Bucky smiles, soft and sweet. "I was just thinking."

"Ah. That's explains the weirdly serious look then. Very tricky to rub those brain cells together and get something back."

"Jerk!"

Clint ducks before Bucky can smack the back of his head.

"You said I had free reign!"

"Insensitive ass is what you are!"

"Ah c'mon." Clint steps in close to cup his cheeks. "I was only fooling."

"Stop tryna sound like a guy from the thirties," Bucky complains, leaning into the touch despite his irritation.

"Just trying to make you laugh. I'm sorry. What were you thinking?"

Bucky took a step out of reach. Made a show of fixing his hair where Clint had been carding his fingers through it.

He's adorable. An idiot, but an adorable one.

"You're talking to yourself again," Clint mumbled.

"Damn it."

Clint grinned. "I'm adorable huh?"

Bucky blushed prettily. Rolled his eyes.

"Well, I mean, you... You're wearing fuzzy socks."

"And a snuggie."

"And that," Bucky agreed with an indulgent smile.

"You should be flattered. I had you in mind when I picked these out."

"Really?"

Clint shrugged and turned to nuzzle into Bucky's stomach. His smile was adorable.

"What are you dressed as?"

"I'm a spy Steve," Clint answered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"How? You're just wearing a black hoodie covered in red stars."

"Shhh."

"You shhh."

Clint stuck his tongue out in retaliation.

Bucky crossed his eyes and swirled a finger by his head.

"Enough!" Steve whisper-yelled. "We're trying to keep the element of surprise here."