Bucky just laughs, head thrown back and fully letting it shake his chest. God, he hasn't laughed like this in a while and he doesn't know if it's the atmosphere or the extended company here, but he's needed this so much more than he'd realized.

"Oh, I like you." There's something about a cocky and threatening woman that absolutely hits Bucky right in the heart. He likes to see it, even if he knows that he'd probably still win in a fight. It's not for any sort of merit of his own. It's because of the serum and frankly there's at least a few women out there who can absolutely go toe-to-toe with him without anything like the serum. For all he knows, she could be one of them.

"They're shot glasses. No one pretends they're full drinks. It's for measuring stronger things."