He thinks about it, pulling away from Sam's touch, taking those steps. But he doesn't. Lets Sam's hands cover his fists, gaze sweeping up to meet Sam's eyes. Listens and thinks, because it's true, Bucky isn't the kind of guy you trust simply on someone else's dime. But Sam hasn't led him wrong -- beyond this moment, of course. And even then, well, Clint can't deny that Sam's already done his level best to explain just what he was thinking and hoping for.

They're partners, it still means something to Clint, enough that he doesn't pull away or leave. Simply stands there with his hands uncurling like morning glories under the sun that is Sam's touch.

"Go ahead."

Softly, voice low. He doesn't look away, because he wants to read the truth there in Sam's face, wants to know.