Bucky Barnes / Clint Barton
"No, your costume is the best," he said. He reached up and pet his husband's hair for effect. "Well, actually I guess mine's the best since it's you but yours is second best." God they were gross in how in love they were but Bucky didn't give one single fuck about it. They deserved to be happy.
And that smile. That fucking smile of Clint's that just made his heart do things. "No bow. See, Lifestyle-change Hawkeye ditched the bow and just throws the arrows like darts." Bucky laughed and let his hand drop so he could just look fondly at Clint like he often tended to do.