Bucky gets up at 5AM in the morning every day. It's that frisky military routine, you know. Who knew it would be really damn hard to get rid of. It's the end of his physical and he rounds up with an hour or two in the shooting range. Aim's no big deal for him. It's seeing who else is here, and some are better than others.

"Hey," he smiles as he approaches, hands in clear view. "Wanna make this more interesting?"