Bucky remembered only too well how Natasha's little electric shock disks fucked up the electronics in his arm. He didn't imagine a taser would be much better. Then again, the rest of him had been through a lot worse than some excess voltage. He wondered why she would be tasering a god, or what the hell a 'dark elf' was, but he wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
"What exactly do you know about me?" he asked. Bucky had read a lot about the Avengers, but he didn't consider himself one of them. The things he'd done weren't heroic. If someone was keeping a scrapbook of his deeds, it would be pretty damning. A little like his notebooks, actually. He didn't really think he deserved half of what he already had, let alone someone attempting to cheer him up.
The pizza was ready and it was set down between them, each of them getting plates and napkins. He considered her question, and it made him frown. It wasn't like a picnic or a game of stick ball was suddenly going to fix everything. He didn't even remember what those kinds of things were like. He smirked. "Get drunk," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.