“I dunno actually.” George admitted as he studied Johnny. “Slippy is…” he patted the horses shoulder. “wary of men.” Slippy had been abused by men his whole life, he was much more genial with women, especially since Frigga had gone out of her way to give him decent food and tend to his wounds when Odin or one of the others took after the poor deer with a whip or a switch. “he might let you eventually but it would probably take him a while to trust you.” he admitted. “Steph would be better.” he admitted as he carefully fitted Slippy with the special bridle. He had such a soft mouth that they didn’t use a bit. Wouldn’t do any good anyway, he went where he wanted, bridle and bit or not. George knew he’d be perfectly well behaved for Steph though.<br/><br/>“are you sure? Cus you sure are acting chicken.” Bucky scoffed, winking at Johnny when Steph looked away, looking very pleased with himself. “you can’t ride better than me, I was a fuckin rodeo kid.” Bucky scoffed. “I bet you can’t even stay in your saddle.” with that said he perfectly mounted his own horse, biggest one Clint had of course. Even with the new arm Tony had made him, Bucky still weighed quite a lot.