[ Bucky can be found here a lot later, having conducted his own prying, choosing to avoid others as he studies his new surroundings and adjusts, adapts, and watches the collective confusion of the newcomers. He comes to a few truths: that they are rabbits in a trap, and not one amongst them seems likely to have the answer. That Steve Rogers is here, and this hotel is too small for them both.
He'd locked the door to his hotel room, had set up an easy giveaway in case it'd been broken into, and he wanders the corridors before slipping into the screening room and staying, his attention caught by the silent movie -- this was already old in his youth, but this music is familiar, piercing, and he stands quietly by the coffee dispenser, unable to not be drawn to the words on the screen, the overacting of actors who've long turned to dust.
Bucky distantly remembers younger days, simpler days that weren't easy; and a smaller, scrappier blond boy with blood on his teeth and mud between his fingers. Back then, monsters were creations of the silver screen, brought to life only through collective imagination and the lenses of a camera, and identified through the crescendo of an eerie orchestra.
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[ Bucky can be found here a lot later, having conducted his own prying, choosing to avoid others as he studies his new surroundings and adjusts, adapts, and watches the collective confusion of the newcomers. He comes to a few truths: that they are rabbits in a trap, and not one amongst them seems likely to have the answer. That Steve Rogers is here, and this hotel is too small for them both.
He'd locked the door to his hotel room, had set up an easy giveaway in case it'd been broken into, and he wanders the corridors before slipping into the screening room and staying, his attention caught by the silent movie -- this was already old in his youth, but this music is familiar, piercing, and he stands quietly by the coffee dispenser, unable to not be drawn to the words on the screen, the overacting of actors who've long turned to dust.
Bucky distantly remembers younger days, simpler days that weren't easy; and a smaller, scrappier blond boy with blood on his teeth and mud between his fingers. Back then, monsters were creations of the silver screen, brought to life only through collective imagination and the lenses of a camera, and identified through the crescendo of an eerie orchestra.
They know better, now.
He takes a seat, right at the back. ]