What did the person behind him just call him? Potato fucker?
Bucky sighs, pauses to turn, and spots what looks like a woman walking to him - though it’s hard to tell in the blinding whiteness of the snow blanketing everything around them and her winter gear. Huh. What interest would someone like her have in tracking down an isolated village in Mother Russia? Hasn’t anyone learned that surviving this kind of winter isn’t a promise?
Well, she’ll learn soon enough - he certainly did. It explains the mix-up of the words unfamiliar to her tongue too.
So Bucky can’t be too bothered, the assassin squinting to take in more of this other person heading in the same general direction that he is. He pulls the mask covering half his face down to gruffly shout back,
“Guess I can take a detour, but you better keep up.”
He has his own mission to focus on, one of many that keeps him occupied. Still he remains on his guard, hand comfortably settling on his sidearm nestled in thigh holster beneath an inconspicuous overcoat. Threats come in all shapes and sizes. Not today, Satan. Not today.
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beautiful fuckin title
16/9/15 22:34 (UTC)Bucky sighs, pauses to turn, and spots what looks like a woman walking to him - though it’s hard to tell in the blinding whiteness of the snow blanketing everything around them and her winter gear. Huh. What interest would someone like her have in tracking down an isolated village in Mother Russia? Hasn’t anyone learned that surviving this kind of winter isn’t a promise?
Well, she’ll learn soon enough - he certainly did. It explains the mix-up of the words unfamiliar to her tongue too.
So Bucky can’t be too bothered, the assassin squinting to take in more of this other person heading in the same general direction that he is. He pulls the mask covering half his face down to gruffly shout back,
“Guess I can take a detour, but you better keep up.”
He has his own mission to focus on, one of many that keeps him occupied. Still he remains on his guard, hand comfortably settling on his sidearm nestled in thigh holster beneath an inconspicuous overcoat. Threats come in all shapes and sizes. Not today, Satan. Not today.