Clint had to admit that Bucky's current state of flabbergasted kind of made the art one hundred percent better. It might have been cruel to think that, but he was pretty sure it wasn't. It was just... kind of funny.
Like the art was funny, with the flowers and the braids and the inexplicable piercing. And the soft, soft colors. Because pastels were so in right now.
"Oh no," Clint said, forking over probably hard earned cash for the travesty that was this art. "The Mervengers are just for me. This masterpiece is going up in the shop. I have to share it with my small part of the world, Bucky. It's gotta be done."
At least the guy was laughing. That was a good sign. Or a really bad one. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the art that broke Bucky Barnes.