"That place is a bummer," Clint said, because he was apparently the master of understatements today, and possibly also every other day. Hard to say, really, because no one else seemed to call him out on it. He liked to think he was endearing, but that probably wasn't the actual case.
And yeah he'd said Bucky looked hot. Apparently it hadn't been an absolutely kosher thing to say, judging by the silence that followed, but Clint just spread his fingers wide in a what can you do sort of expression and got on with his life. No reason to make it weird. Hot people happened. It was a thing that happened every day. Bucky just did it better than most.
"Oh, man. It's exactly what you think, but also way better and way worse all at the same time. Imagine if like... actually, fuck it, lemme just show you." His fingers wiggled practically gleeful as he found the first book filled with glossy prints at a table that boasted a goodly amount of Avengers-esque things. And oh, sure, some of it was pretty and just cool poses but the further back in the book Clint got, the more questionable the art became, and his giggles went right up there with it. "Oh my god. See? See? Here I am, making out with Iron Man."