Merci buckets / Hawkguy
Oh, Clint worried a little bit about messing things up -- but it was totally a one sided sort of concern that came up only when he let himself think a little too much. Currently, it wasn't on his mind at all.
No, right now he was more concerned with having fun -- with getting tipsy with his guy and doing this really fucking stupid dance. With both arms.
"I told you you needed to drink more milk," Clint laughed -- arms, hips, arms hips, hips arms. He had, in fact, never once told Bucky that.