[Try as he might, with the renewed energy of what sounds like him winning this battle--temporarily--Bucky can’t help but openly roll his eyes at this cryptic motherfucker in front of him. It’s not like he’s at his own best and brightest right now either but how dumb can this kid be? Pretty dumb, if he had no problem threatening Bucky like he did. Now they’re stuck--lot of good that did. He tries not to laugh as Kira’s move to get back--finally--is stopped by Bucky’s grip.]
Exactly how long did it take you to figure that one out?
[His voice comes in a ragged half-growl, moving with as much leverage as he can get from his compromised position, the glass crunching beneath his feet and setting his teeth on edge - even more than they already are. He’s used to the particular kind of waiting that’s accompanied by a scope and a visual or audio cue, not being on such a…human level with someone else. Something’s too off about the other’s reflexes and way of talking for Bucky to let his guard down - after all, that’s exactly what they’d want, isn’t it? But either way, it isn’t like he can exactly go far without taking Kira’s foot with him, maybe the whole leg if he’s really having an unlucky day.]
Yeah, that right? Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not really in the business for joshin’ today.
[He starts at the question and feels a storm quickening in the back of his mind, the edges sparking with lightning strikes of conversations and bits of chatter he’s sure he isn’t meant to remember. A man’s name up on a wall, recently (not just any man’s, supposedly, he thinks with a bitter taste on the back of his tongue)…a face he hadn’t realized belonged to him…
When he’s finally able to get steady enough with his balance to be sure he can block any quick moves by the other, he takes the knife in his right hand and jimmies it under one of the panels in his left arm, hoping maybe this time it’ll work. He fixes Kira with a challenging glare as he attempts to pry his grip loose the hard way.]
These days I expect it to be anything but the truth, actually. You seem to be in pretty deep, so I’ll save the warning. What’s that, “crackhead”? That the latest insult they fed you?
[Another moment of working yields no luck. Great, international master of assassination and he can't even get away from a creepy weirdo due to technical difficulties.]
sign..
Exactly how long did it take you to figure that one out?
[His voice comes in a ragged half-growl, moving with as much leverage as he can get from his compromised position, the glass crunching beneath his feet and setting his teeth on edge - even more than they already are. He’s used to the particular kind of waiting that’s accompanied by a scope and a visual or audio cue, not being on such a…human level with someone else. Something’s too off about the other’s reflexes and way of talking for Bucky to let his guard down - after all, that’s exactly what they’d want, isn’t it? But either way, it isn’t like he can exactly go far without taking Kira’s foot with him, maybe the whole leg if he’s really having an unlucky day.]
Yeah, that right? Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not really in the business for joshin’ today.
[He starts at the question and feels a storm quickening in the back of his mind, the edges sparking with lightning strikes of conversations and bits of chatter he’s sure he isn’t meant to remember. A man’s name up on a wall, recently (not just any man’s, supposedly, he thinks with a bitter taste on the back of his tongue)…a face he hadn’t realized belonged to him…
When he’s finally able to get steady enough with his balance to be sure he can block any quick moves by the other, he takes the knife in his right hand and jimmies it under one of the panels in his left arm, hoping maybe this time it’ll work. He fixes Kira with a challenging glare as he attempts to pry his grip loose the hard way.]
These days I expect it to be anything but the truth, actually. You seem to be in pretty deep, so I’ll save the warning. What’s that, “crackhead”? That the latest insult they fed you?
[Another moment of working yields no luck. Great, international master of assassination and he can't even get away from a creepy weirdo due to technical difficulties.]
Just uh...just gimme...a minute...