Ivar can't help the pleased look that crosses his face at Bucky's praise. Weapons are something he knows intimately. No matter whether they were ancient or modern, there were certain things that remained the same. Respecting the weapon and what it stood for was one of them. As soon as he picked one up, Ivar's intention was always to maim or kill.

"That's a challenge." Ivar's aim was still a little erratic. But he sat up straighter. "I accept." This was the best way to teach Ivar or indeed get him to do anything. He liked to push his limits farther. In his mind, there never was anything that was an impossibility, merely things that would take a while to overcome.