Oh yeah, there it was, the sort of smug deadpan that Clint had known Bucky had in him. It came nearly as a surprise, and so did the laugh that bubbled out of Clint -- utterly pleased and delighted. How could it not be? "Oohh, man," he said, covering one eye with the palm of his hand as if that might get the idea or image out of his brain (it did not). "You went there. So wrong. I love it."
He did love it. Bucky looked better yet when he was actually smiling, instead of tense and wary. Clint, obviously, was going to have to make it his mission in life to just keep that train rolling.
"I think I'll skip that particular wish," he said, reaching for his wallet. "I know a lost cause when I see one. But the Mer-vengers are where it's at." So where it was at, apparently, that Clint bought two of the prints, and when they were all safely sealed in plastic, he handed one over to Bucky. "We both gotta live our best lives, man."