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Definitely after instead of into, but they didn't need these kinds of semantics in the air when it was mostly just obvious that that was what it was about in the first place. Sometimes stuff like this didn't need attention paid to it. It just had to be.
"Yeah," he agreed, pleased when Bucky was on the same page as him. He didn't really have a place in mind beyond maybe his own house, just because COFFEE. seemed a little bit to close to the general chaos that was starting to spark in the air in a way that was more than just audible. Clint saw it coming and it was pretty clear Bucky heard it so with their powers combined they could be like .... Captain Planet: Avoidance, or something.
"My place?" he asked, Chuck Taylor's dragging through the grass and the dirt until they found the actual paved cement of the town square. "And what? No. Not really. I just thought I'd say hi, you know. Like friends do? Ask you how your inner centaur is doing."