It wasn't going to be romantic. Probably. Well-- Clint squinted out at the store, all bright and loud but only in the fun way, not in the headachey kind of way that some stores sometimes got to be for him. This place wasn't a punishment to be in, not like Walmart was, and it wasn't that tiny bit stressful like places like Costco managed to be. Or malls, with their billion teenagers. It was just -- what it was. And he could work with it, he decided. Especially because it seemed like Bucky had never been here and Clint delighted in showing him new things.
"You've never been? Target? It's the best store on Earth. Well. Beside the Lego store. And that super expensive soap place that smells like candy. And those places in Japan that just sell weird snacks. Okay, so it's a pretty good store. And you gotta look at all that. It's Target law," he said, gesturing to the bins, which for once seemed the same seasonal appropriate as it was back in town. Which was to say everything was stamped with an American flag and was a little tacky. Which was actually perfect, because Clint knew there was some kind of party coming up. "C'mon," he said, tugging at Bucky's elbow even while he grabbed a cart. "It's all junk and we need at least 5 of everything. You're gonna look stupid hot in those sunglasses."