Clint didn't miss the way that Bucky went a little breathless when he tucked the chain and tags away for safe keeping, and he certainly didn't miss how great the kiss was. It was literally happening right now; Clint was part of this story, after all. And he leaned into it, arms slipping around Bucky's waist and kissing back like his life depended on it. Which it did not, so that made it even more important, he reckoned.
He'd be happy doing this all day -- and frankly they might just still, because even though Clint was having fun re-exploring all of his stuff, he figured he could put that on hold and it'd be fine. More than fine.
"Y'know," he said when he came up for breath, a smile in his tone. "I feel like maybe a coffee mug wasn't enough of a gift now." Even if it was a Hawkeye one.