Clint Barton is going back to bed. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} today_sucks) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Cute and attractive certainly meant something, even if Clint wouldn't have called himself aware of the fact, words had plenty of power. He meant what he said, and he'd said it out loud because --
Because maybe he just wanted Bucky to know it. To know those things. He didn't have to do anything with the knowledge, Clint wasn't expecting anything. But. It'd just be there, maybe. Look, he didn't know.
"My dog's better than a couch?" he asked, smiling back in return. Small as it might have been, Bucky did have a great smile. "That might be true, but I still kinda miss mine. And my tv. You ever seen Dog Cops? I miss Dog Cops."