"In a place like this you've gotta leave your rank at the portal and take a bite of humble pie. Makes sense everyone starts at ground zero, or there'd be some serious head-butting going on."

John's watching Bucky intently from behind his beer bottle as he sets up for the shot and releases, nicking John's bulls-eye. He whistles appreciatively, grabbing his next dart. They're not playing by any standard game rules, but who cares. Call it Riverview-style.

"Nice shot. You've got a good arm on you."

He catches his lower lip between his teeth, squinting at the target. The board's getting crowded. He pulls his arm back, mimes a shot twice, charting the path like an air-strike, and lets loose. The needle skims the side of Bucky's dart, and bounces uselessly off the board and onto the floor.

"Welp. I tried."