Bucky grinned a little. “but I want a party.” he teased. “I think we should hae a party. Or at least another date.” he admitted before groaning as Clint pulled off of him. “hey.” he smiled as he reached out and took Clint’s hand. “we can hold hands in the halls of the tower now.” he admitted, eyes gleaming happily. “and snuggle during movie nights, and do all kinds of things now… right?” just wanting to be sure Clint really understood that Bucky was actually okay with all of that. “and kiss at the breakfast table, even if your morning breath mixed with Tony’s obsession with Garlic is never a good idea.”