It was easy. So easy. Clint loved how easy it was to be with Bucky. To hold hands and kiss and stick his hand into Bucky's back pocket when they wandered around like love struck nerds. He'd never -- it was new. Even though he'd been married before, it'd never felt so simple with Bobbi even.
So this was. It was something special and good and now Clint had Bucky -- a piece of him, his whole identity -- right against his heart and god that should have been overwhelming but it mostly just made him feel giddy in a way that he loved more than anything. And that said a lot because he was in a room full of arrows right now.
So when Bucky (adorably) suggested moving in, Clint was one hundred percent on that train. He was nodding enthusiastically before Bucky was even really done. "Yeah. Yes. Of course you should. Like -- definitely. I mean. Dog tags. Coffee mugs. We're practically married so --"