Merci buckets / Hawkguy
One of the reasons he thought it might be fun to go to the party was to be there with Clint. They had plenty of fun together doing absolutely nothing, so maybe going out and doing something would yield even more fun results. That was kind of the mindset. Plus it'd be like a date, kinda, even though it was a big group thing. A date within a group? Sorta. Whatever, no need to put a label on it but it was still an outing they could have and if it wasn't their style they could grab some pizza and a drink and go back to Clint's -- their -- house to be together instead.
Man. He had to give it to the Alpha Peter Parker. The guy knew his pizza, okay? Definitely had to be a New Yorker. Bucky hadn't gotten any of it yet but he'd seen it at the food table and it looked fantastic. Drinks first, then food. Or -- Clint first, then drinks, then food. Because his boyfriend had shown up looking like a whole snack -- was that the right lingo? He was trying to learn, because he knew he was bad at it and it made Clint laugh in horror.
Bucky couldn't even bring himself to make a joke about how he'd been trying to avoid his hot boyfriend because he was just so damn happy to see him that he'd never be able to pull it off -- not even a master of stoicism like him could hide his smile. "Hi." He did not hesitate to lean in to give him a kiss because why would he? "Drinks? Or should we be that gross couple that goes somewhere to make out?"