Flexing his hand, Bucky shook it out and shook his head. "Didn't used to be that strong. I didn' roll it that hard," he muttered.
Picking up another ball, he turned to Eliot and tipped his chin. "Come on, then. Lessee how good ya are. And none a that funny magic stuff, either. Skill only, pal. Don' think I didn't see that thing you just did." He might have been focused on his own roll, but he had excellent periphery vision, and the fact Eliot hadn't even leaned over to grab a ball from the basket hadn't been lost on him.
Bucky wasn't being belligerent on purpose, either; he was used to giving grief to his friends, and getting it right back. Eliot was quickly becoming a friend, and it was just natural for him. It had been a while since Bucky had had to make friends that weren't already brothers-in-arms, who might not take kindly to the back-and-forth ribbing he was used to.
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Picking up another ball, he turned to Eliot and tipped his chin. "Come on, then. Lessee how good ya are. And none a that funny magic stuff, either. Skill only, pal. Don' think I didn't see that thing you just did." He might have been focused on his own roll, but he had excellent periphery vision, and the fact Eliot hadn't even leaned over to grab a ball from the basket hadn't been lost on him.
Bucky wasn't being belligerent on purpose, either; he was used to giving grief to his friends, and getting it right back. Eliot was quickly becoming a friend, and it was just natural for him. It had been a while since Bucky had had to make friends that weren't already brothers-in-arms, who might not take kindly to the back-and-forth ribbing he was used to.