Merci buckets / Hawkguy
It really was the best. It was like... kind of addictive, honestly. It felt so fucking good, to be in love with Bucky. To go home to Bucky, or to find him in a crowd. It just had Clint smiling stupidly all day and it was just --
It was a thing now. He wasn't even remotely sorry for the people who had to be near him. He just wasn't.
"Lucky is a two-timer," Clint sniffed out in disdain -- but yes, he was still the best boy and KH was still the best girl. Nock came in third, but only because he was just a small little turtle puppy who seemed pretty intent on minding his own business. Holy shit, did they have 2.5 children???
"It's like Peter's from New York," Clint said with a laugh. "Who'd have known?" But yeah. He appreciated that. Because it was no secret that pizza was on Clint's top five list of favorite things. "Beer? I dunno. What are you having?" Clint lifted a bottle up, squinting at the label thoughtfully. "Maybe I'll switch it up, tonight."