"I know, lisichka," he said after she'd assured him she never wanted him hurt. The warmth and weight of her leaning into him was a comfort he embraced even though he was sitting perfectly still. "And if that's all this can ever be, know I'm forever grateful to have your love as it is. I'd never, ever ask you to compromise what you have with him. I wouldn't do that to him, either." Bucky had told her in so many words that he had come to care a great deal for Clint, more than a little bit. He felt a connection to him that he was still trying to work out and maybe he needed to stop that, too, since he knew Clint was in love with her. Clint had been the wrong person to try to fall on his own arrow to take himself out of the equation. Bucky was the one who needed to tap out.
"I care about him too," he said. "You know that. I need to tell him, right? He should know?" Because it was possible that maybe it'd be better for Clint if he didn't. They'd only kind of started feeling each other out before Natasha came to town and though they'd really hit it off and he felt a connection there, they'd not acted on it or done more beyond some innocent flirting and just kind of being there. They could call it a day and still get away with it, only having that 'what if' feeling creep up every now and then.
He looked at her, and raised his hand to lightly touch and hold the arrow charm on her neck. "Or maybe I should get one of these, too." To that, he smiled a little.