[Bucky tries to stifle a grunt as he runs through the narrow streets, also trying to keep the sounds of his footsteps to a minimum. Not an easy task when a relatively-small but still more-than-minor slice in his side and bullet-grazed ankle are slowing him down, making him clumsy. At least he finally learned the magic of a rubber band to pull most of his hair back out of his face.
Footsteps are approaching fast behind him so he ducks into a nook (?) with a very pickable window (???? ? ?). Pickable, but that'll take more time than he's got, so without so much as a flinch he hurls his left fist into the window glass and crawls in, groaning as he lands. For this mission, first things first: take care of any witnesses. Second: find some damn gauze already. Third: figure out just how the hell to get out of this situation - and country. He feels more and more concerned they'd led him into some kinda elaborate trap.
He makes to get up, clutching his side, leaking blood flowing too freely for his comfort, from it and his ankle. Now if he could just find where his knife went...]
pukes, dies
Footsteps are approaching fast behind him so he ducks into a nook (?) with a very pickable window (???? ? ?). Pickable, but that'll take more time than he's got, so without so much as a flinch he hurls his left fist into the window glass and crawls in, groaning as he lands. For this mission, first things first: take care of any witnesses. Second: find some damn gauze already. Third: figure out just how the hell to get out of this situation - and country. He feels more and more concerned they'd led him into some kinda elaborate trap.
He makes to get up, clutching his side, leaking blood flowing too freely for his comfort, from it and his ankle. Now if he could just find where his knife went...]