Clint would like to think that another version of himself would be cool, but he doubted highly that they were exactly similar. Maybe it was just because he'd heard something about the guy living in Iowa and having a farm, but it seemed a little less Clint and a little more Put Together. In Clint's world, those two things didn't go together. Parallel lines and all that.
The woman selling the art handed over the print, again nicely displayed in a little plastic covering and Clint held it up proudly so that they might both gaze at it's wonder once again. "Look on the bright side," he said playfully, nudging Bucky with his elbow. "At least now you know you could totally rock some belly bling."