[He bristles then relaxes the grip he only just realized he still had on the knife he’d just replaced. Way to prove the point, he thinks with a roll of his eyes. He raises both hands in truce, temporary as it may be, though he continues to step forward. All right. Maybe this guy’s onto something about contacts. And maybe--maybe it’s just a coincidence. Enough of the games and time for answers.]
I’ve done my fair share of thinking, yebanat. Turns out I owe someone a favor too. Someone who’s also never been good at avoiding trouble. Maybe I had you--him--confused with someone else. I doubt he’d be in hiding and besides, uh, no offense--[there’s a smirk, a patented cocky Bucky smirk™, always great for overcompensation]--but I doubt he’d have, what, a teen?, sidekick protecting his whereabouts. Simple mix-up is all.
[Simple...yeah, right, and Bucky knows better than to underestimate the abilities of the other, anyway. Nothing’s simple about the way his chest feels like it’s going to crumple inwards from the weight of memories, remembered words, all with wondering what the next step is as he blazes a trail with no markers for direction. Why does he get the feeling this kid has a whole wealth of knowledge lurking behind that smile curling on his lips? Doubt lurks behind everything he thinks he can figure out about his opponent.
They’ve established he isn’t Hydra personnel, or doesn’t appear to be anyway. But There’s Something About Kira, all right…Bucky’s not sure he can pinpoint it just yet. He’s said a lot of weird shit to sort through, after all. And there’s the matter of what if he does happen to be talking about… about him?
He speaks, voice rough with the lump that had formed oh so considerately in his throat.]
So here I am, owing him a favor, and now you, I guess, for the first aid. [He looks not-so-vaguely displeased as he acknowledges the help, mostly because it still hurts too much to breathe for him to be entirely grateful.] I don’t know what Rambo style is, but all I know is other people weigh you down. Going it alone’s the only way I could…
[The only way I could not screw it up for him again--]
The only way to make what I did right. If I couldn’t have stopped it then, well, this is the next best thing.
[The lump in his throat’s grown too tight to keep speaking of the events that do no more than flash through his brain like little lightning strikes, a few at a time. He blows out a long breath, thinking he’ll need more than a few minutes to get his bearings straight, and more than that to dig and find out more about this guy’s ward. You know. Just in case. Just. In case.]
You got some beer, or something? It’s been a hell of a long time.
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idk i tried to be funny? and then srs? and I just. how 2 Bucky???? /???
28/6/14 04:21 (UTC)[He bristles then relaxes the grip he only just realized he still had on the knife he’d just replaced. Way to prove the point, he thinks with a roll of his eyes. He raises both hands in truce, temporary as it may be, though he continues to step forward. All right. Maybe this guy’s onto something about contacts. And maybe--maybe it’s just a coincidence. Enough of the games and time for answers.]
I’ve done my fair share of thinking, yebanat. Turns out I owe someone a favor too. Someone who’s also never been good at avoiding trouble. Maybe I had you--him--confused with someone else. I doubt he’d be in hiding and besides, uh, no offense--[there’s a smirk, a patented cocky Bucky smirk™, always great for overcompensation]--but I doubt he’d have, what, a teen?, sidekick protecting his whereabouts. Simple mix-up is all.
[Simple...yeah, right, and Bucky knows better than to underestimate the abilities of the other, anyway. Nothing’s simple about the way his chest feels like it’s going to crumple inwards from the weight of memories, remembered words, all with wondering what the next step is as he blazes a trail with no markers for direction. Why does he get the feeling this kid has a whole wealth of knowledge lurking behind that smile curling on his lips? Doubt lurks behind everything he thinks he can figure out about his opponent.
They’ve established he isn’t Hydra personnel, or doesn’t appear to be anyway. But There’s Something About Kira, all right…Bucky’s not sure he can pinpoint it just yet. He’s said a lot of weird shit to sort through, after all. And there’s the matter of what if he does happen to be talking about… about him?
He speaks, voice rough with the lump that had formed oh so considerately in his throat.]
So here I am, owing him a favor, and now you, I guess, for the first aid. [He looks not-so-vaguely displeased as he acknowledges the help, mostly because it still hurts too much to breathe for him to be entirely grateful.] I don’t know what Rambo style is, but all I know is other people weigh you down. Going it alone’s the only way I could…
[The only way I could not screw it up for him again--]
The only way to make what I did right. If I couldn’t have stopped it then, well, this is the next best thing.
[The lump in his throat’s grown too tight to keep speaking of the events that do no more than flash through his brain like little lightning strikes, a few at a time. He blows out a long breath, thinking he’ll need more than a few minutes to get his bearings straight, and more than that to dig and find out more about this guy’s ward. You know. Just in case. Just. In case.]
You got some beer, or something? It’s been a hell of a long time.