Clont / Borky
"Great. Words are weird." Clint smiled boyishly and stuck his phone back into his pocket even as they went back to wandering down the Strip. It was hot, but not the same heat as back in Starklandia where it'd been sweaty gross, too. Here it just sort of .... evaporated off before sweat was a thing. And there were buildings with doors that opened automatically when they walked by -- a burst of cold every time to cut the heat.
"Every stereotype of Vegas is real," Clint said, taking another flyer -- this one was for a buffet, actually, so he pocketed it even as he squeezed Bucky's hand. "I mean. He's the King so. Makes sense."
Yeah. That was planted there now, wasn't it. That thought. Clint squinted up at the sky thoughtfully, bit at the inside of his cheek. "Yeah. Married."