Even though being together felt so easy for the two of them, Bucky didn't think it was something that was easy to come by. He didn't think someone could just feel that way about anyone else. There had to be some sort of alignment, some sort of fate involved. After all, were it not for being brought to this town, Bucky would never have met Clint. Not this Clint. Meeting him, getting to know him, falling in love with him had all been such an amazing thing. Bucky couldn't talk from a lot of experience, but even he knew that this -- what they had -- was unique, special, and it fucking counted.
Putting himself out there should've probably been a little scarier but when he looked into Clint's eyes somehow he just sort of knew that his boyfriend would take to the idea of them living together. They pretty much already did. This was just going to eliminate the whole 'your place or mine?' question they often asked if they were out.
"We practically are," he agreed, and felt a little heat in his cheeks as he grinned probably like a big idiot but he didn't care. "Good. Then I will. We will. Be here together." He was stumbling a little over his words which just went to show how damn giddy he was about this. "Fuck, you're great." He reached up to cup both of Clint's cheeks and kissed him again.