Bucky snorted. "If I could do that, they'd have given me my own show like you, and I'd be doing it for a lot of people to watch," he said dryly. "Probably could do it easier than most - can take off a whole shoulder to help reach." Not that he would, or that it was a good damn joke, but Bucky always figured it was him the hunk of metal was attached to, so he got to make the shitty jokes about it. "He just doesn't have the instinct anyway. He'd let her walk all over him. She'll probably use him as a pillow when she gets tired anyway - she likes pillows that breathe."
"Trouble Goat Barton. It's got ... no ring at all to it. I like it," Bucky said, grinning a little. He felt more than saw the way Clint yawned and settled down a little more, going back to petting his hair slowly. Coming off a lot of booze and all the recent shit - he probably had a hell of a headache. Maybe just ... having company to sleep would help. Bucky could do that.