teen clint and nat interacting more like
"Deal, whatever your name is. I’ll show you a real master. You’ll be askin’ me for tips by the time we’re done!"
"Just depends on how ya use it. There’s a lot more you can use a bow for than just shootin’."
"It’s Bucky, call me Bucky. I can call you Clint, yeah? You don’t prefer some showy stage name, or your middle name?"
"And what’s that? You beat them over the head with it?"
[ A familiar voice! So she’s not lost, after all. Yes, the unmistakable Winter Solider. Still — something seems different. Is this a test? ]
[ He wants to believe this is a dream or a hallucination but she’s staring at him, as cautious as she ever was at that age and his mouth seems to move on its own. ]
[ He doesn’t have a plan, just the knowledge that she could decide he wasn’t trust worthy and dart off. He has to keep her close and out of trouble. ]
[ Является ли это миссия? Оно должно быть.
Где я? ]
[ It’s a flash in the corner of his eye and it turns his stomach to lead in an instant.
She’s a child.
No, not quite, a teen at least and
after all, there are no children in the Red Room. ]
Наталья, вы не должны быть здесь.
[ The words practically burn his tongue, send bile from his stomach into his throat and oh god he had promised he’d never lie to her like that again. ]
"No way old man, I’m better than everyone in the world. You ain’t got nothin’ on me. I jus’ like it, it’s a classic."
"Old? Oh, c’mon pal. Promise me we’ll test that sometime, huh? I got a little pride to maintain over here.”
"It’s definitely a classic, Robin Hood. Not quite as versatile as a rifle, you gotta admit."