"Bucky, stop." He took one of Bucky's hands and placed it over his heart. He hated it every time that he left and he counted the hours till he could come back. It was dangerous, but he just couldn't stop himself. He cared for his best friend that much. "You know I hate going..."

He hated sharing too. Mostly because he felt like he had no choice in the matter. Things came up and he had to help with them. People's lives were at stake, usually.

His eyes narrow and he stares hard at Bucky. "I'm here. Focus on that for now," he murmured. Leaning in close, he pressed another kiss to Bucky, before moving down to his neck to kiss him there too. "Right now, it's just us. That's all that matters."