Bucky / Clint
Puppy love. Yeah, that was probably it. And while it wasn't exactly new for Clint (there were about three, three and a half people he'd felt it for over the years) that didn't mean it wasn't wholly genuine each and every time. He'd only been more enamored after that night, when Bucky had busted out his secret knowledge of sign language and admitted he liked him.
That sort of thing, you know. It stuck with a guy.
No, you he signed back teasingly, even though it was pretty clear he was pleased about that proclamation anyway. No point in making it a competition, it was his birthday after all.
Clint shifted somewhat, until their shoulders were pressed together and he was half leaning on Bucky. "Vintage is just a fancier way of saying antique, you know," he countered. "But I'd say you're in pretty good repair. You'll get exactly what you deserve." Mind, awkwardly, Clint was sure when Bucky's birthday was. But he did have a feeling he wouldn't hide it when it was coming up, either. "Gonna stick around for a bit?"