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[Bucky clicks on the video feed and leans back from the communicator, which is propped on a table in a common room so you're getting a decent view of Bucky - again in his fatigue green jacket and trousers, the hem of which are tucked into the top of his boots - crouched next to the television and the DVD player, remote control in hand. He looks a little amused by his apparent predicament, and is at least approaching it with good humor.]

I'm sure this isn't gonna come as a surprise to anyone, considering most of you've got a good sixty years on me, but I've got no idea how to work this thing and a couple decades of movies to catch up on. [So if someone could talk him through this, that would be awesome.]

On top of that, I've got an inmate who's never seen anything, let alone stuff I've missed out on, so if anyone's got any suggestions for stuff to show him, I'd be happy to hear 'em.

[Open Spam for the Shooting Range]

[With an inmate who requires almost constant supervision and very little sleep, Bucky doesn't have a ton of free time on his hands, usually. Calling in Steve, Peggy and Natasha to help out took some of the pressure off, but he still felt sort of stupid handing Ben over to them for any significant period of time, considering he was his responsibility, and there was a part of him he was reluctant to acknowledge that worried about what would happen if Ben snapped again and attacked them. He knew they could handle themselves fine, but they were still people he didn't want hurt if he could help it, and so for the most part, he didn't wander too far.

But Ben was working on the dinner shift with Natasha and Rhade right now, and so Bucky was taking the opportunity to head up to the shooting range to get in a little target practice. It's half stress relief, half actually practicing, because being able to hit pretty much any target thrown at him wasn't really a skill you wanted to get rusty with in a place like the Barge.

He let himself in, scoped the place out for a second or two to see who else was there, and immediately headed to pick out a target.]

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[Clint hesitates] ...Apparently I'm part of a super secret superspy team that was scrapped a year or so prior to my arrival.

[Is there a note of bitterness there? Yes.]

Prior to that, the government.

[And there's that tone he learned from Natasha. That, trying to be a spy tone. But it's a little off. It's hard to be a spy.]

So you know Steve.

[Unless there's another super secret superspy/superhero team running around here that he hasn't heard about.]

...Captain Rogers?

[He stops, studying the man. He doesn't sit, he just casually leans.]

Sure. Destroyed SHIELD and didn't tell me my best friend was an inmate. Of course I know him. I..

Captain America. I read his comics as a kid.

[Bucky just stares at him, raising an eyebrow.]

He destroyed SHIELD? That's a little different from what I heard.

Well he said he knocked down a few walls.

I may be paraphrasing. Sorry he..

[clint's hands tighten on the bow]

...not entirely comfortable with the guy right now.

That's a shame. He's a good guy. [And there's a part of him that still wants to tackle anyone who says anything bad about Steve, because when you grow up watching someone's back like that, it's kind of a hard instinct to shake, even if Steve was more than capable of defending himself.

He offers a hand.]

Sgt. James Barnes. Most people call me Bucky.

[And from the way that he's kind of starting to smirk, you can bet he knows you probably didn't realize who you were talking to and would recognize the name at the introduction. He might not be Steve, but he knew the Commandos were in the propaganda videos and comic books, and that he was in both of them.]

....Bucky?

...Bucky Barnes? [...Well. Shit.

Clint offers a hand and despite himself he's got a smile on his face. The bow stays locked in his opposing hand.]

...Sgt. Barnes. No wait-I can't remember. The commandos were what made my brother want to join the marines.

[He let it slip. Brother. He shoves Barney back down quickly.] Look don't get me wrong I'm impressed with Captain Rogers, it's just really complicated.

[Honestly Bucky is a little more exciting right now] Are you the only commando on board?

Last time I checked. [And he and Peggy were the only people from their point in the timeline, last time he checked, too.]

And Bucky's fine. You got a name?

[william brandt.

no. Hawkeye.

No. Barton.]

Clint. Agent Barton. Of SHIELD.

Nice to meet you. [And, well, call him nosy, but as messed up as your team was, it was... sort of not really kind of his team now too, in that Steve was involved and he seemed to be at least tangentially involved with all your lives.]

What happened with Steve?

[Clint's smile fades slowly. He picks up the bow again and focuses on the target.]

...Does it really matter? Ultimately I was in the wrong. S'what I've spent the past day or so convincing myself.

[He jokes over, grabs the arrows and returns, shucking them in his quiver. when he returns, he studies Bucky.]

Someone lied.

In the long run it wasn't his fault, but at the very least someone could have given me a heads up about somebody here who...I would like nothing better then to see dead. I would have liked that to be Captain America-but circa when I arrived he was frozen solid in Coulson's care.

[But you could have sought that information. who's fault is that?

Ignoring the thought, he draws an arrow, looking at Bucky before focusing on the target and letting it fly.]

Kind of stupid. I'm known for keeping my eye on the target. I just...miss the things in front of me.

[Bucky's starting to decide he prefers soldiers to spies. You could usually get a straight answer out of someone who was a soldier, but between Natasha and Clint, all these vague beating around the bush explanations was getting kinda old.

Still, he comments on it mildly.]

That's awful cryptic.

I know about Loki and everything that happened, and I know Natasha's an inmate, so you don't need to act like this is all classified. Word gets around pretty fast here.

[Thunk.

The arrow is embedded below the target. Yes he missed.]

You do know huh?

[He frowns] ...Before I joined SHIELD? I was a soldier. I know the value of a guy on the line and I made friends. Pals.

The idea that one guy could sneak up on me like that..

[He notches another arrow to his bowstring,,,and lets it slide as he drops his arms to his sides, bow still in hand.]

Just frustrating.

I get it, pal. It happens to the best of us.

[Sometimes you ran into a situation expecting one thing, and then suddenly guys with guns that literally disintegrated people were coming toward you, killing Nazis and Americans indiscriminately, and there wasn't anything you could do but try to roll with it and keep yourself alive.]

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