Clint is leaning back in one of the chairs in the game room watching as Bucky takes his turn throwing darts. Sam's leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and watching Bucky closely. They are on their fourth dart game and Clint had won the previous three games much to Bucky's chagrin. Clint tilts his head slightly as his well trained eyes watch Bucky. A thought occurs to him and a plan instantly begins to form in his mind causing a smirk to form on his lips. Bucky scowls as he throws the last dart seeing that Clint has beat him once again, even if it's only marginally.
"Four times Barnes. Aren't you supposed to be a sniper?" Sam says with a smirk causing Bucky to shoot a scowl his way.
"Clint's a sharpshooter too Wilson," Bucky protests before walking over and grabbing the darts off the board.
"Yeah, only I don't miss. Ever," Clint adds as he stands up and walks over to the other two men. He turns and studies Bucky walking back towards them. Bucky notices and stops as he furrows his brow at the sharpshooter.
"What?" Bucky asks with a glance between the two men in front of him.
"Does it hurt if say something sharp hit your arm?" Clint asks with a nod of his head towards Bucky's metal arm.
"Uh… no?" Bucky responds with a raise of his eyebrows at Clint. He glances over at Sam who shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head before Bucky looks back over at Clint.
"So, if you held your hand in front of the dart board with you fingers spread out and I threw a dart between your fingers to hit the target and say I missed," Clint continues with a look at Bucky and the corner of his mouth ticking up.
"But you don't miss…" Sam adds with a look at Clint who's mouth morphs into a grin.
"I don't," Clint says with a pointed look at Sam.
"Oh… right," Sam replies, shifting his gaze over to Bucky who's grin matches Clint's.
"Ah, Captain Rogers…" Steve looks up at the ceiling at the sound of Jarvis echoing through the room. After sharing a look with Nat lounging on the couch reading a book, Steve proceeds to answer the AI.
"Yes Jarvis?" Steve answers with a raise of his brow.
"You wished that I made you aware of when Barton, Barnes, and Wilson were involved in one of their… shenanigans?" Jarvis proceeds and Steve sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Yes Jarvis. Thank you," Steve confirms before moving over to sit on the couch next to Nat. "What kind of trouble are they getting into now?"
"I think it's best I showed you Captain," Jarvis answers and the television in the common room switches. Steve and Nat look over at it as the video feed from the game room begins to run on the screen. It shows Bucky standing in the middle of the room holding his hand out away from him with his fingers splayed out. Clint and Sam are standing at one end of the room, facing him.
"What are they doing?" Steve mutters to himself and his leans forward in his seat.
"Nothing safe, I'm sure of it," Nat responds from next to him as she shifts to a sitting position and sets her book on the table in front of her.
"Wilson I swear to God if you hit anything other than my hand or arm I'm throwing a dart into your eye," Bucky growls out through the video feed. Steve furrows his brow at the odd threat only to have his eyes widen when Sam throws a dart straight at Bucky. The dart nicks Bucky's fingers and deflects down, crashing to the ground. An annoyed groan escapes Sam's mouth and Bucky chuckles at him.
"Almost man," Clint encourages Sam as he slaps him playfully on the shoulder. "Better than the last couple times. You almost got it through his fingers that time."
"Dude, you suck," Bucky says through a grin as he points at Sam earning a scowl from the other man.
"Barnes! Get your hand up," Barton shouts as he readies his dart. Bucky smirks and puts his metal hand back up into the air. Clint throws the dart and it whistles through the air. It smoothly passes through Bucky's fingers and nails the target dead center.
"And he calls me the crazy one," Steve grumbles to himself with a shake of his head.
"Barton!" Bucky calls to the sharpshooter and Clint looks over at him. "Bet you can't hit the bullseye when I move my hand."
Bucky sends a smirk over to Clint who returns it. Sam lets out a chuckle and shakes his head before he walks over and gathers up all the darts. Accepting the darts from Sam, Clint raises a brow at Bucky and tilts his head.
"Ten bucks says I can do it three times in a row," Clint challenges with a smirk.
"You're on," Bucky accepts with a grin. "You have to get it through my fingers though."
"Wilson. Stand near Bucky. You can be the judge," Barton instructs and Sam walks to the middle of the room to get a better look. With a glance and a nod at Clint to let him know he's ready, Sam focuses his attention on Bucky's hand.
"I can't watch this," Steve says with a shake of his head but continues to stare at the screen anyways. Nat sends him a smirk before turning her attention back to the screen as well.
"Ready?" Clint asks Bucky who nods his head and begins moving his hand up and down. Clint throws the first dart, sending it through Bucky's pointer and middle finger and sinking it into the bullseye. Immediately he sends the next dart through Bucky's middle and ring finger and it lands next to the first dart on the board. The third dart quickly follows soaring between Bucky's ring and pinky finger and sinks into the board on the other side of the first dart.
"Nice!" Bucky says with a grin after turning to see where the darts had landed. He pulls out his wallet and hands Clint a ten dollar bill over his shoulder. Clint grabs it and shoves it into his pocket.
"I have another idea to make this harder," Clint announces and Bucky and Sam look over at him with identical smirks on their faces.
Steve groans from his spot on the couch. Nat smirks and looks over at her friend as he rubs a hand down his face. Abruptly, Steve stands up and starts towards the door of the common room. Furrowing her brow Nat watches him walk away.
"Come on," Steve calls out to her and Nat immediately pushes herself off the couch and follows after Steve.
"Where are we going?" Nat asks as she trails after the determined man.
"To get a leash," Steve answers as he hastily makes his way to the elevator.