Bucky actually smirked toward him and gave a nod. "Yeah. Deal." Not that he was trying to start rivalries while he was here, but it was since to make some kind of connection with this weird version of Barton.
This weird, shirtless version of the guy.
Bucky was tempted to run his hand through it as Clint mentioned the hair, still a little self-conscious about the shortcut. He resisted. "It was kind of a breaking point for me- cutting ties..." He'd never admitted that out loud to anyone before.
But he did look confused at the last bit. "Never getting laid again? You sure about that? The way you whip your shirt off, I'm sure you're someone's type."