"Mornin'," Bucky mumbled, more to his mug than to her. Taking a drink, grimacing almost comically. "Christ on a crutch, Rogers. Could you make this any more foul?" he complained. "Army coffee is bad enough, but this is..."
"Shaddup, i's fine," Steve muttered back, glad Bucky was feeling well enough to give him flak. He took another sip of his own coffee - and couldn't stop himself from coughing a little afterward. "Puts hair on yer chest," he practically wheezed. Bucky seemed determined to - not ignore Rogue, but include her by not drawing attention to her, it seemed. So Steve followed his example.
"I don' need hair on my chest." Bucky glowered at the sludge they were calling coffee this morning. "I need for my coffee to not dissolve my insides. This is what I get fer lett'n' a non-coffee drinker make the coffee."
"Bitch bitch bitch," Steve muttered. He glanced at Rogue. "Apparently, my coffee is sub-par for the connoisseur over here, but you're welcome to some if you want."
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"Shaddup, i's fine," Steve muttered back, glad Bucky was feeling well enough to give him flak. He took another sip of his own coffee - and couldn't stop himself from coughing a little afterward. "Puts hair on yer chest," he practically wheezed. Bucky seemed determined to - not ignore Rogue, but include her by not drawing attention to her, it seemed. So Steve followed his example.
"I don' need hair on my chest." Bucky glowered at the sludge they were calling coffee this morning. "I need for my coffee to not dissolve my insides. This is what I get fer lett'n' a non-coffee drinker make the coffee."
"Bitch bitch bitch," Steve muttered. He glanced at Rogue. "Apparently, my coffee is sub-par for the connoisseur over here, but you're welcome to some if you want."