Clint went quiet, didn't answer, and Bucky figured that was answer enough. And probably a topic better left to die for both of them.
In a different world, maybe Natasha and Clint would work. Maybe Steve would have looked at Bucky, or Bucky would have come out of that Arena and gone walking with Natasha and screwed Clint over without knowing.
There were a lot of could have beens in their world. Everything they were always came down to just a slip of paper with their name on it, coming out in the middle of thousands of other names. Their luck and lives had been pretty fucked from the start when you thought about it. Even though they'd survived 1-out-of-24 - they still went in, one out of the masses.
People with those kind of odds, they probably didn't catch breaks with the right person at the right time anyway. It wasn't in the numbers.
"He's a d- goat, the smartest ones still lick their own balls," Bucky said dryly. "But sure, he's got the sense not to tangle with someone he could squash with a paw, but would still pick a fight with him if she felt like it." Moo had that kind of personality. Bucky was pretty sure wherever she'd been born, she'd done it mewling come at me!, and that was how she lost the eye to begin with.
Fuck him for a sucker, but he loved that about her.
"He's got to get more dignity if he wants to pull off Buchanan, we're a pretty select bunch," Bucky tried to sniff, but he just turned it into a laugh, giving Clint a nudge back, then just wrapping his arm back around him again.