"I can think of nothing I'd enjoy more than handling your balls, Wade." Clint prided himself on his ability to keep a straight face, too. It was one of those things the two of them had managed to perfect over the time they'd known each other. Clint wasn't going to be completely out of control, but he DID value his ability to make people squirm. Not completely alienate them, but squirming was okay with him. That, and well, he spent his day with six to twelve year olds. Ball jokes were sort of an in thing with them, even if you had to try to STOP that from happening at school. Still, working in Phys Ed...it happened.
Only Cupid looked a little put out, sighing a little as he trotted at Clint's side, looking at his human as if he had gone nuts. Again.
"Hey Bucky." he added, trailing close behind Wade. "Happy Birthday, YOU are ancient. Steve, Tony. Good to see you guys."