Happy birthday, Phil

[from_a_distance]

Clint was not very good at presents most of the time. He was good at trinkets or silly things he found on a mission that reminded him of someone, but he was not good at pre-meditated, thoughtful gifts. He really wanted to do Phil's birthday properly, but he always worried that he wasn't going to be able to make that happen.

This year, though, he had a great idea. If he could make it happen.

He was waiting for Bucky outside the range, figuring he could catch him alone there.

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[not_a_commie]

Bucky's heading into the range with his long distance riffle. He spots Clint out side, and smiles at the guy.

"Heya pal, what's up?" He asks shouldering his riffle case.

[from_a_distance]

"Hey," Clint says, pushing himself off the wall with a smile. "Can I talk to you about something?"

[not_a_commie]

"Sure." He nods closing a bit more of the distance. "What's just, you need a few pointers the range?" He teases easily.

[from_a_distance]

Clint gives him a wry smirk. "If I did, I wouldn't come to you, man.

"Nah, I'm...trying to put together a surprise for Phil for his birthday."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky rolls his eyes, grin on his face.

"Ah and what you want Steve to jump out of a cake in the suit?" He laughs a little shaking his head a bit. "What are you planing?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint shrugs. "Something like that."

This is the hard part, of course, where he has to try to put his words together in a way that doesn't make this sound skeevy.

"I was...kind of wondering if I could borrow Steve for the night..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky's eyes go a little wide at the request, but only for a moment. Then he arches a brow at Barton.

Because yeah that sounded skeevy. "So you want to borrow, my boyfriend for the night...?" He asks folding his arms across his chest. Not sure how he felt about this. "And what I'm supposed to sit at home while you and your guy, steal him away from me..." He laughs a little.

"I mean, it's not like we haven't there was that time with Howard, but that was both of us..." He wrinkles his nose a little. "I'll talk to Steve it's up to him." He says easily taking a breath to steady himself. "But I mean why not ask him first." He grins a little, "It's kind of a hot thought though... Phil's got that whole." He waves his metal fingers around. "I don't know what it is, but yeah."

[from_a_distance]

"I thought I'd run it by you first to make sure you'd be okay with it before I brought it to Steve. And I mean...I guess you could be there? That might be okay."

The comment about Phil has him smiling despite the awkwardness of this whole situation. "Yeah, I...know exactly what you mean."

[not_a_commie]

"More likely to get Steve that way... I mean we are kind of a package deal." He grins a little, "It's the same thing Steve's got, that much I know." He says easily feeling more relaxed as well.

"I'll talk to Steve, it's one of those things the four of us are gonna have to figure out, but that can happen with cake... there'll be cake right?" He smirks a little. "Not wearing the mask or the tights though, I wont even do that for Steve." He snorts. "We'll sometimes the mask." He winks.

[from_a_distance]

"There's gonna be cake, and nobody is wearing masks. I really don't want to know."

No, really. Even if he has a thing for Phil's suits. That's completely different.

[not_a_commie]

"Sooo We can plan group sex... but not talk about likes and dislikes..." He snorts. "Alright." He puts his hands up a little. "I'll talk to Steve and the two of use will get back to you. When you wanna do this... or us more accurately."

[from_a_distance]

"I don't wanna get involved in your personal life any more than...is necessary. So...good, yeah. Talk to Steve, and we'll...go from there. Phil's birthday, I was thinking. It's July 8th.

[not_a_commie]

"We're getting out dicks out, and there are going to be orgasms." He laughs. "That's pretty involved and pretty personal. But alright." He says walking off to find Steve and talk about things.

[welcome2level7]

Phil hadn't been told what Clint was planning for him, just that there were plans made and that he absolutely had to be home for them by 7pm or else.

He hadn't asked 'or else what', because he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. But it didn't much matter, since it gave him incentive to actually finish work for a while, something that he needed to be reminded to do now and again.

But in any case, he was home, on time, and already digging for his keys before he saw the pale blue post-it note on the door that said simply: Knock. He eyed it warily for a moment before pocketing his keys again and knocking twice.

[from_a_distance]

Clint would have come up with a sufficient threat, but he would have had to think on his feet. Mostly he trusted Phil to be there in time unless there was some kind of emergency.

When he heard the knock, he let Bucky and Steve know to be ready and headed to the door, peering through the peephole first to be sure it was Phil and then opening it and stepping outside before letting him in.

"Hey..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky smirks a little at Clint then at Steve leaning back on his elbows on the bed.

"You think he's gonna have a heart attack?" He asks Steve smiling spreading a little.

[starspangledspandex]

"I hope not," he responds with small chuckle from where he's sitting on the edge of the bed by Bucky. "That'd kind of ruin the mood."

[welcome2level7]

Phil was more suspicious by Clint's coming outside to greet him than he would have been if he'd just been let in, but he didn't say as much, figuring Clint had that part figured out already.

He just arched both brows a little, patented Coulson curious look #143 as he asked: "Something going on that I should know about, Barton? Didn't set the kitchen on fire, did you?"

[from_a_distance]

"When have I ever set the kitchen on fire, boss?" he retorted with a slightly nervous smile. He was pretty sure this was going to go well, but there was that very small chance that it was going to blow up in his face.

Really, that was how he liked to go about things usually, but the stakes were a little higher here than jumping off a building.

"I...uh...got you something for your birthday..."

[not_a_commie]

Bucky can hear them talking and smirks a little, he moves propping his chin on Steve's shoulder a little.

"Yeah when ever EMT's have to be called, it really does kill the mood." He whispers and gives a soft laugh kissing Steve's neck.

[starspangledspandex]

He snorts quietly, then turns his head to kiss Bucky gently. He does hope that Phil is excited for this idea. Clint certainly seems to be and he'd hate to have it go the wrong way for him. Steve leaned back into Bucky, "Can't say I know from experience but I'll take your word for it."

[welcome2level7]

"Once, but it was on purpose, that grease fire in Bruges." He shook his head then, because the detail was unimportant in the face of what had been a rhetorical question.

He nodded at the statement, "I figured that's what this was about. Should I be concerned?" Because this sort of almost-nervousness was something new from Clint, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

[from_a_distance]

"Sure, if you wanna get picky." He was really trying to hide those nerves, but they did leak out a little, certainly enough for Phil to see.

"I hope not?" His eyebrows raised and he reached behind himself for the doorknob. "Just...close your eyes, okay?"

[not_a_commie]

"Yeah I wouldn't know either, I'm just assuming." He laughs softly rolling his eyes a little. He returns the kiss and is getting a little handsy with Steve, but he can't really help himself.

He can hear Clint bringing Phil toward the door and pulls back from the kiss, keeping his head on Steve's shoulder smirking a little at the door.

[starspangledspandex]

"I doubt we're too far off," he says in amusement. He gives Bucky a 'behave' look over his shoulder that probably will just make the opposite happen but that's okay, they're technically here for that anyway. Steve shifts his attention toward the door when he hears footsteps. This is going to be interesting.