The way Bucky's laugh cut off almost immediately made Clint burst into laughter. Not really because he was being cruel or anything, just the timing of it was hilarious and he couldn't help himself.
This was turning out to be a much better time than expected. Not that he'd expected a bad time. Like he'd said, he'd always liked Bucky. And this version was better looking.
"Nooo," he said, having to cough away the laugh in order to really get himself heard. "No one's gonna think you're dude with centaur powers. Just that I've great taste in art." Or really bad taste. Clint wasn't sure there was a difference. "C'mon. I love it. Look at it. So talented."