[ Bucky admits, and it's frustrating; he'd always been good at this sort of thing. Intimidating, squeezing out pertinent information using whatever means necessary, but now he's as trapped as all of them. He doesn't get a good look at the girl -- and it's just as well that she doesn't recognize him; he's not the man in the museum portraits.
That man died a lifetime ago, the Winter Soldier is merely the ghost of what little that's left. ] You can sit, if you like.
no subject
[ Bucky admits, and it's frustrating; he'd always been good at this sort of thing. Intimidating, squeezing out pertinent information using whatever means necessary, but now he's as trapped as all of them. He doesn't get a good look at the girl -- and it's just as well that she doesn't recognize him; he's not the man in the museum portraits.
That man died a lifetime ago, the Winter Soldier is merely the ghost of what little that's left. ] You can sit, if you like.