“What are you doing?” Clint asks as he walks past Bucky on the couch. He’s curled up in a ball much smaller than you’d expect a six foot plus slab of muscle and scowls to manage, wrapped in a blanket so only his hair and eyes are visible, with Liho tucked in between his shoulder and neck and Lucky draped over his thighs.

“I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything.”

On Ao3