ever marching as to war

Bucky folds his arms, ducking down his chin a little. The hint of a smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth, though the amusement is clear behind his eyes.

"Less impressive is your ability to lie," he says, biting back a laugh. "I saw the whole thing, Miss Drew. The flips, the jumps... Hell, even a kick or two. You're good. Decent." He pauses a beat, his expression sobering a touch. "But you could be a lot better."