Clint B / Borky Barnes
"So then no," Clint said, offering Bucky a look that said it clearly didn't count. The Winter Soldier wasn't Bucky Barnes. But it wasn't something he wanted to get into because he had zero interest in ruining the mood. What would be the point in that? They'd just got here and their spirits ought to remain high.
"What?" he asked, but looked over anyway and had to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Vegas was weird. So weird. There wasn't much you couldn't see here, even if you weren't looking all that hard. "No me gusta," he said, because he was a thirty-five year old man who absolutely knew what Dora the Explorer was, thank you very much. "We, should get a picture," he corrected, pulling his phone out and then grabbing Bucky's wrist to drag him over and get all three of them in a selfie shot. So awkward. So bizarre. "It's going above our mantle," he told anyone willing to listen.