When Bucky doesn't pull away, doesn't look at Clint like he's disgusting and perverted, Clint lets out a deep breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and wraps his arms around Bucky's shoulders as he's lifted. He figures Bucky will want to talk about this later, but for now he doesn't want to worry about all that.

"Yeah," is all he says, his voice a little smaller than before. "Please. Please, take care of me?"