[Bucky moves like the soldier he’s been, almost gliding over to the knife before he stoops to collect it. He wipes it on his pants, smearing the blood off the blade and handle before sliding it into snug place in his other holster. He straightens again, casting a haughty look over Kira’s way.]
Nah. From what I’ve experienced, dying’s overrated. Seems to come with a whole buncha after-effects. S'like they can't even make it easy and kill all of someone the first time. So the way I see it I’m the one who owes them “favors.” They didn’t even give me the chance to think about a death wish.
[He doesn't even *like* this guy so why is he telling him all this? Maybe because this is the first person who's remotely acted like they know what the fuck's going on, that it's not exactly out of the norm for scruffy men to burst through the living room window.
When he speaks of the times death has eluded him, Bucky remembers with stark clarity the sure thought that he was going to die in that dim room--wished for it to be anything but disappointing once death finally came to take him, but then he remembers feeling surprise, a fuzzy face swimming in his vision… he can almost make it out now but something in him rumbles like a storm as his mind tosses around Kira’s words at breakneck speed, anger roiling up again, fists clenched at his side. He practically spits the words as they come out hot and sharp off his tongue.]
Yeah, well maybe this underdog doesn’t need your help. Or is he just someone who owes you a favor?
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23/6/14 06:58 (UTC)Nah. From what I’ve experienced, dying’s overrated. Seems to come with a whole buncha after-effects. S'like they can't even make it easy and kill all of someone the first time. So the way I see it I’m the one who owes them “favors.” They didn’t even give me the chance to think about a death wish.
[He doesn't even *like* this guy so why is he telling him all this? Maybe because this is the first person who's remotely acted like they know what the fuck's going on, that it's not exactly out of the norm for scruffy men to burst through the living room window.
When he speaks of the times death has eluded him, Bucky remembers with stark clarity the sure thought that he was going to die in that dim room--wished for it to be anything but disappointing once death finally came to take him, but then he remembers feeling surprise, a fuzzy face swimming in his vision… he can almost make it out now but something in him rumbles like a storm as his mind tosses around Kira’s words at breakneck speed, anger roiling up again, fists clenched at his side. He practically spits the words as they come out hot and sharp off his tongue.]
Yeah, well maybe this underdog doesn’t need your help. Or is he just someone who owes you a favor?