Loki was enjoying his time on vacation. So was Bucky, who was still a bit in his very happy headspace. Tony, on the other hand, hated everyone and everything. Tony, who was struggling to paddle was getting more and more frustrated. He didn’t even have a phone to keep him entertained and now… yep. He’d dropped the fucking paddle. Before he could cuss, Bucky was there, looking amused and scooped it out of the water for him. He had tied Tony’s boat to his own so the man couldn’t float off into the pond and get stuck without backup. “hey Clint?” Bucky asked, offering his lover a smile. “I think maybe I better tow Tony back to shore before he has a fit. “i’ll be right back okay?” he asked, patting the other on the knee. He’d been rather touchy fealy lately, leaning against Clint, stroking knuckles. Touching anytime he could find an excuse to. Part o it was the headspace and part of it was Bucky trying to show Clint that he was okay with touching in public. Bucky wasn’t sure it was working.