Bucky cocks his head, eyes slid to the side in thought, searching for the words in the parts of memories he doesn't want but has to suffer through.

"You'll still feel it sometimes, even though it's not there." There's a name for that, he's sure, can taste it on the tip of his tongue. "It'll go away though." Eventually, though who knows that Clint will live that long? If he dies he'll get the arm back and this will just be lived-in nightmare. There'll be no prosthetic limbs needed for him.

If he lives till the end Bucky is sure the Capitol will provide; after all, they don't like champions with scars.