Bucky nodded. “yeah, I thought maybe… I was bein stupid.” he admitted. “and Johny helped me understand that I was bein stupid. So this is me being super stupid so I’m not stupid from now on.” he explained, as if that was supposed to make any sense. H flushed brighter when he was called by his proper nae and he cleared his throat. “i’d… I’d really like that Clint.” he said hoarsely before choking a little, tears springing to his eyes. “I love you too. And I…” he fumbled, grabbing the present. “I love you loads and loads. And I. I wanna do this proper. And I know it’s not traditional for me to b doing this, but…” he offered Clint the gift. “i’ve never felt more steady, more safe with anyone else. You make me feel like I’m alive and you’ve held me when I shook from terrors and helped me through the worst of forgetting who I was and you’ve ben my steady rock ever since we met…” he pushed the package into the others hands. “so I would… I would be honored… if you would… if I could…” he stuttered to a halt, unable to continue because he was so nervous. Inside the box, was a collar. It was a basic one, and was clearly bought last minute, but that was okay because inside was a notecard that explained it was only a temporary one until Clint could have his own commissioned. “i’d be honored. Sir. To be your Sub.” Bucky whispered. “i’d really like it Sir… if I could wear your collar, and know that I belong to you.”