[Waking up laying face down in the grass, warm air brushing his skin, rather than the confined chill of a cryo chamber had been an unsettling surprise.
Bucky hadn’t gone far before he’d been surrounded by the coalition and the explanation he’d received had been decidedly lacking of anything resembling truth. He kept his guard up, friendly or not, they could be an arm of hydra. He had to play it smart, careful. Paranoia was an old friend and this island, the reach, ticked it up in droves every passing hour.
Settling into the tower was easy but becoming comfortable with his roommates wasn’t going to happen. He spent more time outside than he did inside but never went too far south, uneasy with the haze and what it could do.
As cold settled in and around their makeshift home, Bucky had to exercise a lot of control not to break his way free. He didn’t want to be confined, trapped inside such a small space. He’s stretched his supplies along but frustration gets the better of him and his metal arm makes easy work of his door. He didn’t need a nudge to want to get out. Bucky heads down to the first floor and finds a blond, another that he’s seen but never spoken to, crouched into a defensive position on the counter.]
know your place
Bucky hadn’t gone far before he’d been surrounded by the coalition and the explanation he’d received had been decidedly lacking of anything resembling truth. He kept his guard up, friendly or not, they could be an arm of hydra. He had to play it smart, careful. Paranoia was an old friend and this island, the reach, ticked it up in droves every passing hour.
Settling into the tower was easy but becoming comfortable with his roommates wasn’t going to happen. He spent more time outside than he did inside but never went too far south, uneasy with the haze and what it could do.
As cold settled in and around their makeshift home, Bucky had to exercise a lot of control not to break his way free. He didn’t want to be confined, trapped inside such a small space. He’s stretched his supplies along but frustration gets the better of him and his metal arm makes easy work of his door. He didn’t need a nudge to want to get out. Bucky heads down to the first floor and finds a blond, another that he’s seen but never spoken to, crouched into a defensive position on the counter.]
Guess so.
[Buckys eyes don’t leave that knife.]
Wanna put that down?