Being with Clint was the sort of relationship that Bucky never realized he could actually have. He'd been pretty convinced with himself that he was always going to have issues and darkness and depression that would keep him from being able to really open up to someone else and let himself go enough to really enjoy everything that love had to offer. With Clint, it just came so naturally. They were openly affectionate and that wasn't something Bucky thought he'd ever be able to really be again. But it was nothing to think about to just hold Clint's hand or scratch his back or kiss his cheek. It just happened when he wanted to or when Clint wanted to because they pretty much both always wanted to so it never felt forced or awkward.
It made Bucky's heart skip a beat when Clint tucked his dog tags beneath his shirt. Even though yes, it was something that was really special for him, he hadn't realized just how much it was going to affect him to see Clint wearing them. "Yeah," he said, a little breathless. "Yeah I definitely should." He closed the tiny bit of space that was left between them, cupped one side of Clint's face while his metal arm slid around his back, and kissed him deeply. No sense in not going for it right away. Bucky was so stupidly in love and the passion that fueled it was in no risk of fizzling out now, or ever.