Mercury had definitely been in retrograde for their luck to align. Whatever that meant. Clint could thank the stars and planets for this as much as he could thank the sidewalk he'd trip on right before he'd shown up here.
Really, he was just glad he had. And maybe that was a selfish thought, to be pleased to abandon an entire life and all the people he'd known in it but -- well. A lot of them were here and Bucky was here so whatever. He was going to be selfish.
"Good," Clint repeated. "Then you should. We should. Be here together." He wasn't even teasing, he was just stupidly happy. He really was. Stupidly happy. It wasn't even right how happy. Except it was. It was so right.
And Bucky's kisses were better, even. Clint snuck his arms around his waist and positively laughed into his mouth because it was great. Everything was right now. "Should we get your stuff?"