Watching Clint vault over the bar had Bucky grinning, and it felt really good to smile like that. It felt good just to be around Clint and that was a feeling Bucky didn't want to ever go away. That was why he felt conflicted; maybe he should leave it, because then they could just have this all the time. But that wasn't honest. That was exactly what he'd done with Steve. They got comfortable with what they had, and in doing so missed out on something wonderful. That being said, Bucky may already have missed that with Clint, too. But that didn't mean it was the right thing to do to bury it before it had the chance to be seen.
The little shoulder bump kept the smile on his face a little longer as they started walking. Bucky looked upward for a few steps, trying to sort of figure out how he wanted to approach this. Just put it all out there at once? Hey, I like you. I like-you-like-you. I know you're in love with the same woman I'm in love with too. Isn't life great? That was one way to do it. That might've even been the right way to do it because he and Clint both kind of operated in the whole 'needs to be blunt in order to actually get it' zone, but his situation was complicated and important, and he didn't want to fuck it all up.
"I wanted to see you, now that I'm not wallowing in misery," he said. "Now that I can formulate actual sentences instead of half-hearted attempts at dick jokes." And that was the truth. "There's some stuff that I think I need you to know. Some of it's about Natalia. Some of it's about you." Bucky exhaled slow and steady and decided that instead of trying to word things carefully he needed to just be candid and say what he thought. It was better that way.
"I talked to her, she told me that you two are pretty serious now," he said. "I'm really happy for you, and for her. You both deserve this."