[Bucky only tenses a little when Clint turns to fire. It's instinct, just like how he'd been immediately thinking how quickly he'd be able to get out of the hold Natasha had had him in when she pinned him in the gym, how fast he'd be able to get at his gun or a knife before she broke his neck.
And he relaxes quickly enough when he realizes what he's doing and laughs softly, impressed.]
[Shooting Range Spam]
And he relaxes quickly enough when he realizes what he's doing and laughs softly, impressed.]
Not bad. Who do you work for now?