okokok. you said buckydall. but how about clintbuckydall?? for me?? pwease? 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Clint lifts his head, just catching the tinkling of the bell as he notices a fresh vase of irises on his counter.
Not again.
Throwing down his pencil where it will probably roll off the table again, Clint rushes out of the tattoo shop, just catching a glimpse of golden eyes and a green apron disappearing into the flower shop next door. Vaguely aware of what he looks like, but too focused to care, Clint careens into the store, tattoo sleeves on full display, mohawk askew-
Only to find a pleasantly smiling Bucky watching him from the register, and Heimdall busying himself with rearranging the rose display.
"I call shenanigans," Clint declares.
"I call date night," Bucky counters.
Somehow, that gets Heimdall's attention enough for him to turn and smirk at Clint. "Seconded."
And Clint is left there, gaping like a fish at the two men he'd let lead him around most anywhere. "Okay. Nowhere too fancy though."