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Really, it was Bucky's fault for challenging Clint to a shooting competition. Bucky wanted a chance to show off, maybe flirt a little with Clint, get him all flustered, and see if he could get Clint to miss a few shots. Seemed like it would be a fun way to spend the afternoon.
But he failed to take into account just how competitive both he and Clint could get. What was supposed to be a way to flirt with his crush turned into a game of one-upmanship that had Bucky flustered with Clint's competence. Clint didn't miss a single shot. Bucky missed one of his.
Bucky made a mental note to ask Jarvis not to show the footage of them on the range to anyone. Especially Steve or Natasha. Bucky would not be able to live the humiliation down.
Clint made his latest shot without looking. That was nothing new, but the archer was also hanging upside down, by his legs from the rafters, back arched so his belly was facing the ground and the gun level, all while watching Bucky and making a particularly cringeworthy pun when he made the shot.
"I loathe you," Bucky said as Clint acrobatically dismounted from his ridiculous position. There was a little bit of fondness in Bucky's voice as he said it, but mostly it was annoyance. Bucky hates to lose.
Clint winked at Bucky and strutted out of the range. Bucky was sure Clint put a little more sway into his hips than normal. "Don't forget you owe me a pizza."
Fine, Bucky thought, just going to have to get a drinking game going to get his flirt game back on track.