[Bucky narrows his eyes. Protagonist his Brooklyn ass. First impressions aren’t everything but his first impression goes a little something like this--]
You don’t really seem like the protagonist type. [Then, a pause as the thought, neither do I surfaced in his brain.] Guess you could still surprise me, though. But I don’t need you to tell me about having someone’s back and bailing them out.
[Yeah, he likes to see it more as reminding him of these things. But of course that’s not something he’d ever reveal to this dangerous person. He still can’t pinpoint what exactly seems off about him. How he talks like he’s wise beyond his years but even if he’d been trained specially, his age still-- well, Bucky had doubts. But the doubts seemed more and more unfounded the longer he thought about it.]
Of course I know all that. It’s just not exactly safe for me to go running to people who can help--if they’d even want to. [His tone becomes bitter, almost heavy with guilt if one were really paying close attention.] I’m trying to take care of what I know I can first. I’m sure we’ll run into each other eventually. [Never mind it was beginning to seem like Bucky the longer he was around this weirdo who talked about destinies and shit that maybe he was onto something. The fact their paths had ended so...separately, yet still managed to converge again--
He shakes his head. Definitely been around this weirdo too long. But then Kira gets up and...wait, really? Bucky can’t believe the guy’s actually gonna--Bucky keeps his eyes on the other one the entire time. He might slip something to knock him out in it, and that would go entirely against Bucky’s personal mission of, you know, never getting captured again if he can help it.]
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we'll see how I feel about this soon but..rn...so far so good
14/7/14 16:07 (UTC)You don’t really seem like the protagonist type. [Then, a pause as the thought, neither do I surfaced in his brain.] Guess you could still surprise me, though. But I don’t need you to tell me about having someone’s back and bailing them out.
[Yeah, he likes to see it more as reminding him of these things. But of course that’s not something he’d ever reveal to this dangerous person. He still can’t pinpoint what exactly seems off about him. How he talks like he’s wise beyond his years but even if he’d been trained specially, his age still-- well, Bucky had doubts. But the doubts seemed more and more unfounded the longer he thought about it.]
Of course I know all that. It’s just not exactly safe for me to go running to people who can help--if they’d even want to. [His tone becomes bitter, almost heavy with guilt if one were really paying close attention.] I’m trying to take care of what I know I can first. I’m sure we’ll run into each other eventually. [Never mind it was beginning to seem like Bucky the longer he was around this weirdo who talked about destinies and shit that maybe he was onto something. The fact their paths had ended so...separately, yet still managed to converge again--
He shakes his head. Definitely been around this weirdo too long. But then Kira gets up and...wait, really? Bucky can’t believe the guy’s actually gonna--Bucky keeps his eyes on the other one the entire time. He might slip something to knock him out in it, and that would go entirely against Bucky’s personal mission of, you know, never getting captured again if he can help it.]