[She does, though, Bucky. She wants to be like you so badly. Strong, capable, basically a hero. That's how she sees him. The world isn't all good guys and bad guys, black and white, she knows this. She's seen it with the fae. Dark isn't always pitch black and light isn't always squeaky clean, but the more good shit you put out into the world? The better that world is. So what if she's only seen the good stuff, that's just because he's only DOING good stuff now.

Despite everything, despite how fucked up she feels inside, she gets ... excited. She grins! Nice and bright, almost bouncing at the prospect of Bucky showing her some actual, usable skills that could keep her and the people she cares about safe! .... Safer. Moderately-- look, it would buy them time because Rumlow sure as hell wouldn't be expecting her to know how to throw a punch.

The grin turns positively radiant when he says that last part. He punches her shoulder and calls her kid and everything! Like one of those old timey baseball movies or a Coca Cola commercial.]

Guess that means we gotta stick together. Look out for each other. Not get thrown in jail for starting riots or whatever the hell you were doing.

... It should probably also mean that I ... am less drunk. All of the time. I'm really drunk, Bucky. [And she's really sorry!] I'm gonna not... do that. Anymore. Scout's honour.

[Kenzi, you were never even IN the scouts!]