Bucky felt conflicted. He understood that feeling when maybe you weren't really fine but it was still okay like she was saying. He'd been kind of existing that way for years off and on depending on his emotional state. If that was how she felt then sure, he knew that sometimes you just had to sort through that until it either got better or just grew easier to manage.
At the same time, they'd found Natasha at the door and picking at a cut on her hand. That wasn't exactly something that made him feel good about leaving her alone again. So he felt caught between a rock and a hard place and it wasn't her fault at all, it just made the situation complicated. Of course, it was complicated.
"How about we take you to Clint's anyway," he said. "Then you could stay in his room, and we'll stay out in the nest." It was kind of a way to meet in the middle. "You don't have to talk about it, but you'll know we're there. We'll know you're there."