Bucky glances at the sight of the amputation for only a moment, it's all he needs to take it in and there's no point in pretending he isn't looking. Clint is too good at what he does not to notice, so Bucky won't insult him by trying.

"Just saying, there's easier ways of paying me a compliment."

He sits down opposite Clint, inwardly relieved that the attempt at humour was relieved. A part of him had been worried that he'd have miscalculated and the best response he could hope for would be a hearty 'fuck you'. Seemed he really had gotten the hang of talking to people.

"I assume the other guy came off worse."