Bucky grunts with the pull on his hair, scalp stinging and eyes watering. But he goes with the motion of the ocean--that is, the tug. How easy it would be to snap that delicate, creamy neck of hers, but not before he finds out more about this mystery woman. Is it the annoyingly continuous target of SHIELD she's referring to?
"Just who the fuck are you with?" He snarls before grabbing her with his free hand; fingers close around her wrist again, squeeze like the ones around her neck, and twist to force her grip free.
No; she's most likely with some covert group unrelated to SHIELD completely. Just another enemy of Mother Russia and Hydra. Those are neverending, and as such, neverendingly hunted especially by Bucky. He curls his ankle around hers, foot ready to pull and maneuver her around for a face full of snow this time.
"Somebody unimportant, apparently, to send the likes of you."
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"Just who the fuck are you with?" He snarls before grabbing her with his free hand; fingers close around her wrist again, squeeze like the ones around her neck, and twist to force her grip free.
No; she's most likely with some covert group unrelated to SHIELD completely. Just another enemy of Mother Russia and Hydra. Those are neverending, and as such, neverendingly hunted especially by Bucky. He curls his ankle around hers, foot ready to pull and maneuver her around for a face full of snow this time.
"Somebody unimportant, apparently, to send the likes of you."