The best thing about I missed you kisses from Bucky was that they were both honest (and god, sometimes it was still weird, to think that there was anyone who missed Clint at all) and because they were cute because they were rarely apart long enough to constitute missing the other. Except, they did. Any time was long enough to miss Bucky, even if it was just a couple hours.
It was just. A really nice feeling. And Clint was such a big fan of pouring that enthusiasm right back into his kisses. "Hi," he said in greeting, right into Bucky's mouth because who really needed fully heard words anyway? They got the point.
"Check out mi casa," he said with a grin. He'd always been fond of this place, really. Like, it'd been the first place he'd really made his own. He'd had others before it -- mostly rooms or places supplied by Tony and the Avengers, and a place with Bobbi, but that wasn't really the same. It wasn't something that Clint alone had poured his attention into -- even if maybe it didn't look like it, there was stuff in here that he'd put his mind to. A little corner for archery, a long bow hung up on display on the wall, a shelf that was filled with just... his stuff. Books, movies, cds and other weird little knick-knacks that he'd picked up here and there. It wasn't much, but it was his. And he was willing to share it.