Bucky / Clint
It wasn't like Clint was sitting here patting himself on the back for a job well done, but sometimes it was pretty easy to see the marked changes in Bucky. He'd been a lot quieter when he'd shown up here, had stuck to the shadows and only himself for a long time before he'd bothered even making himself known to the rest of the town. He was a little softer now, a little more open. And god, he was just - he was hilarious. He didn't talk a lot but when he did, it was worth listening to.
Inappropriate kisses in public were apparently Clint's bread and butter since he did it with both Nat and Bucky whenever he got the chance. Who could really blame him, anyway? He had two fantastic and super hot people and he was gonna frickin' kiss them whenever he got the chance.
Anyway, Bucky tasted a little bit like he'd been eating candy. Clint smiled crookedly, shuffling a little closer, as if they hadn't already been sucking face. "Best birthday ever," he declared.