Bucky was a bit curious; was the Barton he knew from his world similar to this one? He hadn't really had any time to get to know him. He'd only seen him when he'd met him with him, Steve, and Sam for a pretty unpleasant fight. There wasn't exactly time for them to hang out and goof off the way he and this Barton were now.
It was interesting, and it'd been a long time since Bucky had really met anyone new who he could talk to like this. The people of Wakanda had embraced him, the White Wolf, but it was at a distance. They were kind and welcoming, but he couldn't shoot the shit with them like this. It was good; he felt like there was someone else around he could talk to and he could just sort of.. let down his hair, so to speak. That was a very good thing. A much needed thing.
Bucky looked at that artwork again and shook his head. "I guess for the greater good, it's gotta go up. But man, I just.. the piercing though."