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He hadn't meant to make it sound aloof, like he'd forgotten they were friends. Bucky liked Clint, and he did want to be friends. Sometimes he just forgot that other people liked him, too. That other people besides Steve might want to be his friend. Being a murderous living weapon for seventy years would do that to a person.
There'd been a huge part of him that wanted to punch Tony Stark right in the face. He almost did. That part about not putting Steve in the middle of everything really pissed him off. If he didn't want Steve in the middle, then that whole fight at the airport shouldn't have happened. It never should've escalated to that point. Steve was always going to be in the middle until the two of them put on their big boy super hero suits and figured their shit out. And until then? Bucky was done. He could chill on Clint's floor and be fine.
"No couch needed," he replied. A couch would've been nice, but given the fact he'd spent a lot of his life sealed up in a tube frozen, Bucky Barnes wasn't picky about interior decor. "I don't have a couch either. Back where I'm from I was living in a thatched roof hut with goats. This is fine."