Bucky / Clint
Clint positively lit up when Bucky finally showed up, tilting his head back in order to look up at him with a grin before he gestured for him to pop a squat. "Bout time you stopped hiding over there," he said, because of course he'd noticed, Clint was a lot of things but unobservant about his surroundings wasn't one of them. He'd just sort of figured Bucky'd come over when he felt good and ready. This was a pretty crowded spot currently, and crowds didn't to it for everyone.
I like your shirt he signed at the same time as he leaned into the touch, slightly smug. But it was a good shirt. And a great color. Clint'd be looking around for that to be rotated a little bit more into Bucky's wardrobe now.
"Oh," he went on with a laugh, absolutely shameless, and not just because he'd had a beer or five already. "Don't you know? I'm old. There's plenty of spankings to go around."