Gun or knife? This might be the toughest decision Bucky's had to make so far since coming out of stasis. He stumbles when he takes the foot to the knee, and though his grip is tight the element of surprise had shocked him to release her.
From his chilly vantage point on the ground he eyes her ankle and with his metal hand and the extensive force within it, he grabs her and pulls, so hard that she's no choice but to end up joining him on the ground. Maybe they can make snow angels together, wouldn't that be just precious?
Regaining his footing quickly, he swiftly pulls out the blade at his waist, fingers fitting around the handle perfectly as he kneels over her and presses the tip just under her chin. His metal fingers squeeze her upper arm, it and the knife certainly threatening.
He's gotta admit, Hydra surprised him on this one with this woman. Why hadn't they told him? Another test of his skill, maybe? They always make adjustments and calibrations, tweaking every little aspect when he goes into the room. Surely this is just another way of testing that. The assassin formerly known as Bucky, now a constant test subject, number 748, code name: the Winter Soldier.
"Might wanna take things a little slower next time," he huffs over her, squeezing fingertips slightly more, "don't want em to think you're easy."
A shark-like grin pulls at his lips, revealing those pearly-whites.
"No, doll. Afraid my job description doesn't include chopping down trees and being friendly to Gretel here."
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From his chilly vantage point on the ground he eyes her ankle and with his metal hand and the extensive force within it, he grabs her and pulls, so hard that she's no choice but to end up joining him on the ground. Maybe they can make snow angels together, wouldn't that be just precious?
Regaining his footing quickly, he swiftly pulls out the blade at his waist, fingers fitting around the handle perfectly as he kneels over her and presses the tip just under her chin. His metal fingers squeeze her upper arm, it and the knife certainly threatening.
He's gotta admit, Hydra surprised him on this one with this woman. Why hadn't they told him? Another test of his skill, maybe? They always make adjustments and calibrations, tweaking every little aspect when he goes into the room. Surely this is just another way of testing that. The assassin formerly known as Bucky, now a constant test subject, number 748, code name: the Winter Soldier.
"Might wanna take things a little slower next time," he huffs over her, squeezing fingertips slightly more, "don't want em to think you're easy."
A shark-like grin pulls at his lips, revealing those pearly-whites.
"No, doll. Afraid my job description doesn't include chopping down trees and being friendly to Gretel here."