It was very CLINT. Probably because Clint didn't know how else to be or how else to decorate. He'd always felt a little blessed about the fact that he'd never had time to put up embarrassing posters in his room as a teen -- if only because he'd never really had a room at that age. It'd saved him a lot of future embarrassment, though.
But now, his most proudly displayed bit of art was still his Mervengers convention art, and that was tacked up right beneath his long bow, because of course it was. He'd had to find a new spot for it.
"Yeah. That's exactly it. You know?" Bucky did not know. That was why he was asking. "I woke up," he signed that just for emphasis, because it looked more dramatic that way, "went to find a new shirt and then. Bam. New old apartment. Do you like it? I've got a special coffee cup in here somewhere with your name on it...." He'd always liked this place for the open floor plan - the fact that the living room just opened up to the kitchen. It was a lot nicer now that he worried more about having to see someone talking or signing, some days. But when he shuffled through his cabinets this time, it wasn't with any kind of concern -- just singular focus. "Ta-da!" The mug in question was purple with an even more purple H on it. "Nothing like a little Hawkeye first thing in the morning."