There were probably always going to be moments when Bucky found himself shocked and in disbelief that this was the life he had now. He had moments where he felt completely undeserving, that Clint could do so much better, that he didn't feel he should have such uninhibited happiness because of all the things he'd done in his past. But he'd gotten a lot better about reminding himself that he could still lament the things that had happened in the past but still build a better present and future for himself. He hadn't realized it until it happened, but really, hashing it out with Tony and reaching an understanding with him really went a long way in helping him get to that point mentally and emotionally. His darker days weren't as frequent as they used to be.
That laugh, the way Clint melted right into him once he was on his feet; fuck, it was the most perfect thing ever. Bucky too was a fan of bruising kisses; the kind that left your lips tingling, a little numb, a bit dizzy and light-headed, and your lungs burning with the need for breath. He wanted more of that, along with some wandering hands, clutching and pulling at snow-damp clothing, Clint pulling his hair while he absolutely groped his ass. Yeah. He wanted it.
"Mm, I think that's the right way to say it," he said lowly against his lips, even though that was definitely wrong too. And then it was a game of trying to get back into their house while still managing to steal kisses and clawing at each other's clothes. Bucky had no idea where the animals were once they got through the door. He had a one track mind to get Clint upstairs.