[He barely remembers Russia. He remembers the cold, a few words - most of 'em ones that Steve probably wouldn't approve of if he knew what they meant. He remembers booze made out of potatoes of all things, and it didn't do a damn thing for him. He's pretty sure that's where they gave him the arm, and that's a memory that Bucky would rather forget.
He's trying to fill his skull with new memories, one made with Steve and his Avengers. Bucky comes along with them, even if he doesn't consider himself one, doesn't consider himself to be on this mission either. He's just following Steve, something that comes more from instinct than memory himself.
Bucky comes into the room, stands in the doorway and watches as checks out her rifle at the window. In a few hours, some big deal terrorist is set to leave the hotel. Must be her job to take him out if Steve can't take him down.]
[ Out of any of the Avengers, Natasha is the one who understands the most what it's like to not feel like a hero because of the things you've done. It's one of the reasons why she's the one in the window with the sniper rifle. Natasha uses her skills, now, for good, for that choice she's made to do good, whatever that may be. If she has to do some not so nice things? Well. Good doesn't always have to mean nice, doesn't it? Killing the target is the choice none of them wants to have to make. She'll do it if she has to.
She's going through routine maintenance now, one ear out for the comm, waiting for Steve to either give the all clear or to take the shot. She only half hears Bucky come in, but he's the only other person with a key; anyone else would have had to kick the door down, and that she would have heard and subsequently shot at without asking questions. He gets the barest of glances before she back to checking through her scope. I'm not aiming yet.
[ She says it casually, comfortably. She enjoys his company, even if he is, sometimes, nothing more than a shadow. She's been there. She understands. When he's ready, she'll listen. ]
[He nods mutely. Of course she's not aiming yet, and if she has to take the shot, she'll make it. Bucky knows this, it comes from the same sort of surety he felt when his finger would squeeze the trigger. A target would be taken out, a mission would be completed.
He only failed one, but apparently that's all it takes.
Bucky comes over to the window, peeking through the blinds. The only sound in the room is one slightly heavier exhale.]
[ She raises the rifle, dropping her hand from the trigger and leans down to peek through the blinds with him. Steve doesn't need to ask when it comes to this kind of thing. He may not be the kind of person who will kick someone off a roof. She is and he knows it, and they both know that sometimes you have to do some not so nice things to do the right thing. ]
This guy we're after is a real piece of work. I'm doing the world a favor.
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He's trying to fill his skull with new memories, one made with Steve and his Avengers. Bucky comes along with them, even if he doesn't consider himself one, doesn't consider himself to be on this mission either. He's just following Steve, something that comes more from instinct than memory himself.
Bucky comes into the room, stands in the doorway and watches as checks out her rifle at the window. In a few hours, some big deal terrorist is set to leave the hotel. Must be her job to take him out if Steve can't take him down.]
Looks half an inch too low to me.
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She's going through routine maintenance now, one ear out for the comm, waiting for Steve to either give the all clear or to take the shot. She only half hears Bucky come in, but he's the only other person with a key; anyone else would have had to kick the door down, and that she would have heard and subsequently shot at without asking questions. He gets the barest of glances before she back to checking through her scope. I'm not aiming yet.
[ She says it casually, comfortably. She enjoys his company, even if he is, sometimes, nothing more than a shadow. She's been there. She understands. When he's ready, she'll listen. ]
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He only failed one, but apparently that's all it takes.
Bucky comes over to the window, peeking through the blinds. The only sound in the room is one slightly heavier exhale.]
How'd he talk you into this?
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[ She raises the rifle, dropping her hand from the trigger and leans down to peek through the blinds with him. Steve doesn't need to ask when it comes to this kind of thing. He may not be the kind of person who will kick someone off a roof. She is and he knows it, and they both know that sometimes you have to do some not so nice things to do the right thing. ]
This guy we're after is a real piece of work. I'm doing the world a favor.