[ Bucky doesn't recognize her, and pegs her for a new arrival almost immediately. He haunts the screening room at times, the darkness and the silent figures moving onscreen provide an odd sort of comfort that he gets nowhere else. He's been starving for the past few days, the ache of hunger a constant, undeniable thing that gnaws at his consciousness, makes him weaker -- but he's used to worse.
She hasn't cut into it, he knows, and he's wary all the same, studying her with a quiet curiosity. She moves in ways that he recognizes, graceful as an athlete, a fighter. The assassin is nondescript in a plain hoodie and jeans, but he's cleanly shaven, and had opted to go without the cap. There are a world of questions within that simple word, suspicions that would be familiar territory to her. It's not necessarily hostile.
(Not yet.)
Why will she share? What's (her) the agenda? Is it poisoned? ]
(screening room)
[ Bucky doesn't recognize her, and pegs her for a new arrival almost immediately. He haunts the screening room at times, the darkness and the silent figures moving onscreen provide an odd sort of comfort that he gets nowhere else. He's been starving for the past few days, the ache of hunger a constant, undeniable thing that gnaws at his consciousness, makes him weaker -- but he's used to worse.
She hasn't cut into it, he knows, and he's wary all the same, studying her with a quiet curiosity. She moves in ways that he recognizes, graceful as an athlete, a fighter. The assassin is nondescript in a plain hoodie and jeans, but he's cleanly shaven, and had opted to go without the cap. There are a world of questions within that simple word, suspicions that would be familiar territory to her. It's not necessarily hostile.
(Not yet.)
Why will she share? What's (her) the agenda? Is it poisoned? ]