This Barton knew another version of him, which was a weird concept. Bucky was kind of glad there weren't any other versions of himself walking around Starklandia. Especially since people could show up from any point in their lives, apparently. What if a full blown, fully triggered Winter Soldier showed up and started trying to fuck up the town? Yeah, he really wasn't wanting to see that. It was bad enough remembering it for himself when that was his existence. He didn't need to witness it happening to another Bucky Barnes. Not to mention, he didn't want anyone else in the town in danger because of that.
Moving on to more entertaining trains of thought, he sighed and shook his head. "I'm not sure if I could rock it, but I guess I'll just have to file that away in thoughts I hope never resurface again." He chanced nudging Clint in return. "Lest we forget you make a pretty fucking brilliant Merman." If Bucky had to live with being a centaur, then hell yeah, Barton was going to be reminded of being a mercreature. It was only fair, and no one could accuse him of not being fair in a situation like that.