Notes: TBD.
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"Stark, I bet you 20 bucks my '40's antics' could pick up anyone in this room," Bucky boasts even as the dangerous smirk on the other man's face tells him it's a bad, bad idea.
"You're on!" Stark grins with utter glee and makes a show of examining the bar he's bought out for the evening. Every person in the place has been vetted, by multiple sources, so there is no problem with him picking a target that could actually be dangerous. That doesn't mean whoever he picks isn't going to be problematic though. "Alright, strut your stuff hot shot."
Bucky follows one very pointy finger to the crowd gathered around the dart boards. More specifically, Stark's pointing at Clint Barton who has the crowd's attention with his usual antics.
"Go get him!" Tony laughed and raised a glass in a mocking toast before wandering away.
Bucky smirks at his back and goes to the bar getting a refill for himself, and ignoring the look he gets when he requests a coffee. Clint's taking a break when Bucky makes his way over to the game. Laughing as the darts are snatched from his hands by someone, a frustrated SHIELD agent Bucky notes distantly.
"Got you a drink, babe," Bucky goes up to Clint from the side and puts on his best smile. The one that's charming with just a hint of promise. Enough to draw them in but not enough to scare them off. Clint immediately holds his hand out for the mug his eyes are already locked on, but Bucky stretches his arm out and around the man instead. Holding it out on the far side of him.
"Alright," Clint smiles crookedly, a hint of humor tinged with uncertainty in his eyes as he relaxes into the loose hold Bucky now has one him. "Babe's a new one."
"You told me to stop calling you a dreamboat," Clint's stiff and tense but it doesn't show on his face at all. Bucky steps out of the way of someone angling to get to the dart boards, conveniently stepping closer to Clint. "What else am I going to call you?"
"You can't get drunk," Clint's eyes flick to the bottle Bucky's holding before scanning the bar suspiciously. "How much money is riding on this bet?"
"Twenty," Bucky responds truthfully and doesn't let his smile fade one bit.
"You're willing to out yourself for twenty dollars?" Clint relaxes and the wariness is replaced by silent laughter as Clint grins at him. "Well, then, by all means…."
Bucky pulls down and Clint flows easily into the kiss. Chaste but firm, because they are in public. Bucky's back itches like crazy but when he pulls back no one's paying them any particular mind. And why should they? Two fellas stepping out isn't uncommon these days. From somewhere in the back of the bar he can hear Tony yelling, "That's bullshit!"
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