Merci buckets / Hawkguy
It could be a date, if they wanted it to be. Or just an outing. It didn't really matter, they were already living together so it wasn't like Clint was worried about figuring out what Bucky was to him or anything. He was an awesome boyfriend.
The pizza was good, and Clint didn't hesitate to nab a slice and offer it to Lucky -- who'd been trailing after him like the world's best dog. Because he was the world's best dog. Well, right up until he took his Good Boy Offering. And then he fucked off in the other direction with his slice, no doubt planning on tricking someone else into giving him a new slice as soon as he'd finished that one.
"Hi," he repeated, already forgetting about Lucky because kissing Bucky was more fun. And boy, making out was fun and exciting, but they could and had been doing that at home, already. "Drinks?" Was there a wrong answer, here? Maybe so.