Clint had been trying to be a little bit more discreet in regards to the aphrodisiac they'd both encountered at the party. They hadn't talked about it too much, not in detail, and he knew already that Steve was largely uncomfortable with... certain kinds of intimacy. Which is why it was so hilarious that Bucky was so blunt with him, and Clint couldn't help but chortle a little as Steve blushed.
Talk turned quickly to Moo, though, and that was good, since she was the real star of this show. Clint rolled his eyes dramatically at Bucky. "She's a cow, Barnes, what were you expecting? They're all judgmental. It's a well-known personality trait in cows. God, those ranchers in Eleven are right. You city kids don't know anything about livestock."
He turned to watch as Moo meowed and made her way over to investigate Steve, sniffing him and then brazenly climbing up his shirt. Clint liked that about Moo -- how feisty she was, even compared to the other kittens he'd seen during his mission to pick one out for Bucky. She was completely unafraid to do anything, and Clint could think of no better personality trait he'd rather imitate than that. They could all learn something from Moo. (Well. Except Steve, maybe. He could still stand to dial back the fearlessness a little.)
"Hey, don't you call her adoptive dad a lunatic! That's not nice, Steve," Clint said, shaking a finger at him then added, with a significant look in Bucky's direction, "Can I be the godfather? I know lots of stuff about cows. Certainly more than this lugnut over here," He jerked his thumb at Steve. "But I gotta warn you, keeping her away from weirdass mouse-kittens you got here is your job. I'm not used to them and those fuckers are terrifying."
He reached over and ruffled Steve's hair affectionately, then, aware of how nonsensical those last few sentences had sounded. "Don't worry about that, Ace," he said, before Steve could ask, or give him another weird look. "How're things with you?"