#lucky barton

I finished Lucky! Yes his appendages are different colors, no my blind ass did not notice. Yall dont crochet with yellow lenses.

I agreed to do a quick doodle for the Poly Armory’s holiday advent calendar.

"Don't you dare," Bucky warns.

"I'm not gonna spill a drop," Clint says. Bucky raises an eyebrow.

They stare at the spoon for a few moments until it ceases dripping, and Clint quickly jerks it over to his plate.

Two fat drops hit the table, mere inches from his plate.

"Aww, sauce, no," Clint complains, ignoring Bucky's smirk.

Bucky shoves his plate over next to the serving bowl, spooning his fourth serve onto his plate. "This is how you do it without making a mess, Clinton."

He turns to Clint to find he's dumped a forkful of rice on the table, and is moving it around, trying to mop up the sauce.

"Seriously?"

"I don't want it going to waste," Clint says innocently.

"You're setting a bad example for Lucky," Bucky says. Lucky perks up at the sound of his name, mouth tinged slightly orange from the sauce from the piece of stray chicken that had accidentally fallen on the floor.

"Lucky wouldn't follow a good example even if I set one," Clint points out. "Besides, he can't use spoons."

"Really," Bucky says. "I didn't know."

Lucky puts his paws on Clint's lap, and Clint only just manages to shove him away before he steals more chicken.

"See?" Clint says. "He doesn't learn."

A piece of chicken rolls off Clint's plate and falls on the floor, right in front of Lucky's face.