[ Levi is the very definition of a Good Samaritan ]
Basically. Keeps me on my toes, I guess. [ The truth is he hasn't had a whole lot of human interaction for awhile: his choice. Talking too much left too many tells, too much that could possibly leave a trail that he's been making sure stays as cold as he can get it. This is probably the longest conversation he's had in months, Bucky shifting uncomfortably ]
Yeah, I know some folks. Hoping they won't shut the door in my face since, y'know.
[ Look at him. He knows what he looks like. The lie doesn't come as easy as he wishes it was. It wasn't like he had to do much lying on the fly when he was doing Hydra's dirty work - it was a lot of point, shoot, retrieve, come back to base.
Bucky wouldn't mind the jazz normally. It's low enough that he can listen over it and it's very...not aggressive. It might even be relaxing if it wasn't for the fact he's aware he's hemmed in on all sides by the car, he's busy trying to come up with more details for a lie and...why is Levi so interested in his rear view mirror?
He resists the urge to rubberneck, keeping his eyes stonily forward. At most he risks a glance at the passenger's side mirror and what he sees spikes his adrenaline. Lights. They disappear and then they're back and they're approaching fast, faster than he likes. For a second he hopes the driver will swing around, pass them.
That red and blue strobe says no such luck. ]
What's wrong? [ Bucky plays dumb even as his hand slides inside his grimy jacket, resting on the release of his shoulder holster. He told himself he was done killing and he was, he really was. If it was Hydra come to collect, well. That doesn't count. ]
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Basically. Keeps me on my toes, I guess. [ The truth is he hasn't had a whole lot of human interaction for awhile: his choice. Talking too much left too many tells, too much that could possibly leave a trail that he's been making sure stays as cold as he can get it. This is probably the longest conversation he's had in months, Bucky shifting uncomfortably ]
Yeah, I know some folks. Hoping they won't shut the door in my face since, y'know.
[ Look at him. He knows what he looks like. The lie doesn't come as easy as he wishes it was. It wasn't like he had to do much lying on the fly when he was doing Hydra's dirty work - it was a lot of point, shoot, retrieve, come back to base.
Bucky wouldn't mind the jazz normally. It's low enough that he can listen over it and it's very...not aggressive. It might even be relaxing if it wasn't for the fact he's aware he's hemmed in on all sides by the car, he's busy trying to come up with more details for a lie and...why is Levi so interested in his rear view mirror?
He resists the urge to rubberneck, keeping his eyes stonily forward. At most he risks a glance at the passenger's side mirror and what he sees spikes his adrenaline. Lights. They disappear and then they're back and they're approaching fast, faster than he likes. For a second he hopes the driver will swing around, pass them.
That red and blue strobe says no such luck. ]
What's wrong? [ Bucky plays dumb even as his hand slides inside his grimy jacket, resting on the release of his shoulder holster. He told himself he was done killing and he was, he really was. If it was Hydra come to collect, well. That doesn't count. ]