Locked to from_a_distance

Bucky is standing in the kitchen leaning on a crutch leg still in a cast from his last op. He's getting a bottle of wine open and waiting for Clint to get back with pizza and what ever wonderfully ridiculous movie he decided to rent. He hears the door to their floor opening and smiles a little. "About damn time! What took you so long? This is why I told you to call a head." he laughs hobbling out of the kitchen.