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Knowing it and knowing what exactly to do with it were definitely two different things. And Bucky was trying to sort of figure out if there was something to be done about it. Maybe he kind of wanted there to be. Because it wasn't like he didn't feel an attraction too. He absolutely did, and it wasn't just the physical side. That was where it got even more tricky. If he just thought Clint was a good looking guy, then that was a lot easier to sort out and either they'd act on it and that'd be it, or they'd just let it fizzle out and so be it. But there was more there, at least on his end. He actually liked Clint and he liked being around him. He liked the way Clint made him feel.
Like right now, he'd just come off from being pretty intensely pissed off and riled up after his blow up with Stark, and after a walk, a nest, Lucky, and some seemingly meaningless but actually quite important exchanged words had completely calmed him down. There was something to be said about that. Bucky wasn't exactly 'easy' to deal with, especially during his darker moods.
"Dog cops?" He asked. "I don't think I've heard of that one. But, I don't have a television back in Wakanda. Actually, I've never owned a television. Steve and I had a radio back in Brooklyn that sometimes worked if we positioned it just right or if I hit it hard enough. What's Dog Cops?"