The Laws Of Sympathetic Magic

“So, what are we doing?” Clint pulls up a seat beside Sam, who just rolls his eyes.

“What we do every Saturday, Barton, we’re Bucket Watching.” Sam replies, gesturing behind him. Steve lets out a long sigh.

“Again? Still with the Bucket?” Clint raises an eyebrow, before craning his neck to see what the object of Steve’s affections is doing today. Like usual, he’s sitting behind his laptop, typing furiously, occasionally pausing to flip through a book he has next to him. He’ll frown, then nod, then go back to typing.

“Always with the Bucket.” Riley says, leaning into Sam. “Poor Steve’s smitten.”

Or: - the one about the truly awful coffee shop, the writer who couldn't write, and Steeb and Bucket.