"Clint, no."

"Uh, Clint, yea-yus!" Clint grinned. Bucky shook his head and grabbed the item away from him.

"No, no more."

"Yes more."

"This is IKEA! You buy furniture here! Even I'm smart enough to know that!"

"If you're not supposed to buy blankets here, then wHY DO THEY SELL THEM, JERK?!"

"Impulse buy!" Bucky groaned. Clint was already yelling and they still had to get past the restaurant. Why had Steve asked him to do this?

"It is not!"

"Then why are there SIX OTHER FUCKING BLANKETS IN THE CART?!" Bucky shot back loudly. "WE CAME HERE-" He paused to lower his voice, "to replace the table Thor broke."

At that moment, a very, very, scared looking employee sidled up to the two.

"Excuse me, uh uhm, gentlemen? If yo-you don't settle d-down, I'll have to.. have to call security.." she said, ending her sentence in a whisper.

"Call security?" Clint sounded incredulous. "On us? Lady, do you know who we are?"

Bucky gave him a good pinch on the side to tell him to shut up but Clint didn't even blink. The employee gave Clint a skittish shake of her head before biting her lip. Either she was nervous, that was understandable, or she was checking out Clint. Bucky decided on the first because of the sweat over her brow.

"We're Avengers, missy," Clint whispered and slid out his standard issue badge. "We have a right to be anywhere we damn please."

"Barton," Bucky warned and placed a hand Clint's back, begining to shove him away.

"Sorry, sir- uh ah- sirs- men- sorry," she stuttered and scurried off. Clint immediately began cracking up.

"Oh my God, I almost feel bad!" He cackled, not pausing to breathe. So Bucky smacked him. "Ow!"

"No more of that and no more blankets." Bucky shoved the cart forward. After a few moments Clint caught up to him and smirked.

"One more?" He gave Bucky a serious display of puppy eyes.

"One."