Okay. Bucky would like to take this moment to admit that he has made a Mistake. He did, at least, leave the coffee behind, so he wasn't going to burn himself on top of everything else, but he does feel his heart sink as Tony's armor crawls over him.

"Ah, fuck," he mutters under his breath, but he avoids the shot easily enough. If he's in for an inch, he might as well be in for the mile, right? He frowns at Tony. "It's not as simple as who has the bigger gun," he points out. "It's about being able to out-maneuver me when I have no sense of self preservation. When I'll put myself in harm's way, just to land a punch."

He says that, but then he ducks back into the kitchen instead of trying to do any damage. "I'm as good at hand to hand as Steve, or your friend Black Widow." And god forbid someone give him a sniper rifle and the room to use it.