AN: In this chapter, all conversations done in italics are spoken in Russian.

Bucky walks over to where Nat is leaning up against the counter in the common room drinking a cup of coffee. Glancing around he sees Sam and Clint lounging on the chair and couch respectively. With a mischievous smirk Bucky pours himself his own cup of coffee and leans up against the counter next to Nat. Nat quirks an eyebrow and glances over at Bucky out of the corner of her eye. She knows he's up to something by the slight tick at the corner of his mouth.

"Tony was debating on ordering pizza or Chinese. Any preference? Answer in Russian," Bucky asks with a cold glare aimed at Sam. Sam looks over at the sound of Bucky speaking Russian and sees the glare causing him to furrow his brow. Bucky takes a sip of his coffee as he holds his stare on Wilson.

"Why am I answering in Russian?" Nat asks with a furrow of her brow after turning to look over at Bucky. She picks up on the glare and follows to where it's aimed and sees Sam shift uncomfortably in his seat. Nat looks back over at Bucky. "James what are you doing? Why are you glaring at Sam?"

"I'm pretending to talk shit about Sam," Bucky answers as he glances over at Natasha. Nat quirks a brow and glances at Sam before turning her attention back to Bucky.

"I'd rather have pizza today," Nat answers the original question before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Any specific toppings?" Bucky asks as he shoots another glare over at Sam causing him to grimace and shift in his seat again.

"Pepperoni, green olives, mushrooms," Nat replies glancing at Sam out of the corner of her eyes seeing him lean towards Clint.

"Thanks, I'll let Tony know," Bucky replies before finishing his coffee. He nonchalantly gives Nat a high five before walking out of the room, glaring over at Sam as he does so.

"I think Bucky's talking shit about me," Sam says to Clint as he leans towards the sharpshooter. Clint looks up from his phone and over at Sam.

"What?" he asks with a furrow of his brow.

"Look at them. Two master assassins speaking Russian. Bucky keeps glaring at me and Nat keeps glancing over here," Sam explains with a grimace on his face as he glances over at the two assassins in the kitchen. Clint smirks at the uncomfortable shift in Sam's posture.

Clint glances over at Nat and Bucky, his gaze lingering on Nat as Bucky walks out of the room with a glare at Sam. A quirk of an eyebrow from Clint causes the corner of Nat's lips to twitch. With a snort, Clint shakes his head and looks over at Sam whose staring at the door Bucky just disappeared out of. Clint listens for Nat to leave the room and when she does he looks over at Sam with a chuckle.

"I don't think this whole thing is funny. The guy can kill me from a mile out," Sam says with a scowl before slumping in the chair. With a snort and a shake of his head, Clint sits up.

"More like three miles but who's counting," Clint corrects as he send a smirk at Sam. Sam's scowl deepens. "They weren't even talking about you."

"How do you know? Do you speak Russian?" Sam asks with a furrow of his brow.

"Nat taught me. They were talking about what to have for dinner and what kind of toppings to have on the pizza," Clint says with a smirk before lounging back on the couch laughing at the glare Sam sends towards the door.