Bucky Barnes / Clint Barton
If Clint had wanted to go through after what Bucky had seen in his little jaunty woodsmen trip through then he was absolutely going to go with him. Not because he didn't think Clint could handle himself but because -- well it was dangerous as fuck and he wanted to be beside him if he was going to see it for himself. But thankfully his husband was content not to and that meant lots of baking which was really great because Bucky was down to try the cupcakes and everything else.
"Well," he said, smirking a bit. "I wanted to try to find a way to be a centaur. Because you know, life imitating fine art. But it turns out that's not easy to find." Bucky shrugged a little. "So I had to improvise." He had a coat on so he took it off to reveal a purple shirt that he'd written Hawkeye on the front in sharpie and strapped to his back was a tiny quiver of arrows that was clearly for a kid. That thing was probably not going to last for how broad Bucky's shoulders were but for now it worked. He pulled a pair of purple sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on. "Can't get the hair right but I figure it's lifestyle-change-Hawkeye."