There were a number of things Bucky hoped for in his life. Redemption, forgiveness, peace. They were things he'd wrestled around with, not believing he deserved them or that they were even possible. Time and therapy had helped him sort of get closer to achieving all of that. Being in Starklandia had gotten him even closer. But it was his relationship with Clint that made him realize he really could be in love, express it, enjoy the hell out of it, and not have to worry about losing it. Well -- the worry, that was there. That was why they'd had this discussion. The love itself wouldn't go anywhere. But being able to express it to Clint always -- that was the uncertainty because they just didn't have a fucking clue if their time was limited or infinite.
They had to just keep moving, keep enjoying it, keep doing what they were doing everyday and not let the worries defeat them. They were always going to flare up now and again, but they didn't have to become all consuming and defeat them. That, he wouldn't let happen.
Bucky laughed a little. "What about a shirtless guy in a kitchen?" He asked, before he brushed their lips together flirtatiously. "Probably a health code violation but I wouldn't exactly call us rule followers."