Bucky spit into his coffee a little, almost choking as he tried to stifle a laugh. Had Clint just made a pun? About his ass? He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed before trying to speak again. "I see. You're trying to kill me with your humor."
Dating hadn't changed. He'd changed. "The rules are different. Not that it's bad. I'm also ...not looking. Romance isn't on my skill list anymore."
HYDRA had been more interested in shoving a rifle or a missile into his hands but he'd been trained with bows for a time. A bullet was just more efficient. But then, he'd always been good with a gun. "Alright then. A thousand feet. Shoot an apple off my head." Because Bucky was curious now. And maybe had a bit of a death wish.