At @mariana-oconnor‘s request
Yeah, he gets a little and frankly kinda embarrassing flash of heat in his gut when he sees Bucky in one of the official Hawkeye shirts, the hideous one with the quiver printed on the back. He gets that there’re boxes of the shit all over the tower, that Bucky’s not exactly arrived with more than the unnerving buckled leather on his back, but there’s still an awareness there.
There’s been an awareness there, though, from the first time Bucky arrived at the Tower, kneeling in the lobby with his hands linked behind his head. Clint had held his bow ready, arrow strung, but at that close range it wasn’t exactly like he’d needed to pay attention, and he hadn’t been able to help the way his eyes had dropped to that tempting mouth, the way Bucky was chewing a little on his lip.
They’ve had conversations now, so it’s a little less creepy, and Clint would almost call them friends if he could stop picturing him while jerking off. You’re not supposed to do that with your friends; it never ends well.
So he maybe keeps his distance a little, tries to ignore the brooding elephant in the goddamn room, even when the elephant is wearing Hawkeye purple.