Sam stands in the middle of the office, hands on his hips, looking between you and Bucky like he's witnessing a crime.

"You do realize you can get fired, right?"

You don't even look up from your phone. "If Nat gets fired, it's a problem. If I get fired, I start living off my husband's trust fund... and we'll call it 'wine o'clock."

Sam throws his hands up. "Wow. You hearing this, Buck?"

Bucky, seated behind his massive desk, barely glances up from his paperwork. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Sam gestures at you wildly. "They're insane!"

Bucky shrugs. "So?"

Sam scoffs. "You're wrapped around their damn finger, I'll tell you that."

Bucky finally looks up, smirking as he leans back in his chair. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Sam groans. "Pathetic. Both of you."