"I heard imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."

Bucky steps into the room where Clint is resting slowly, booted feet falling heavily on the cool stone. He could be silent if he wanted to, of course, but there's no need to sneak up on an ally. Accidentally surprising people like them isn't a good idea either, even when the person in question was weak from emergency surgery.

The fingers of his metal hand twitch and he wonders if it can be considered phantom pain when you do have a limb in place of the one you lost. It's not a question he wants to linger on, nor his very messy memory of losing his own arm.

"You didn't need to go this far."