The crowd is full of nondescript suits. Unlike the women who are able to walk around in fine, colorful dresses, men seemingly have the option of navy or black. It makes them all mesh into a sea of brunet, bored males whenever Steve turns to inspect one a little more closely. A trained assassin like the ones in his reports is in his element, here. The only advantage Steve hopes to have is instant recognition and even that is in question. Who knew what Hydra could have done to Bucky? Who knew what the years could have done? Steve trails the periphery of the crowd like a lost child searching for a parent. Any one of these people could be Bucky. Or none of them at all.
The crowd thins as people move inside. The senator is moving and Steve uses that pinpoint to radiate out into what could be sight-lines. The Winter Soldier prefers distance. He wouldn't get close if he could help it. Which means Steve, adjusts, that he needs to focus more on the nearby area and less on the crowd. Minimizes the chance of recognition but at least easier to identify suspicious activity.
And there one was, now.
Steve locks onto the gait; the man in the dark clothes walking away is favoring his left. Either his briefcase is heavy or... Or. Both options make him someone to hone in on. Especially as Steve follows trajectory and, with some easy assumptions, can put the Wakandan senator in a cross hair within a handful of minutes. If he's right, that is. If he's not and pursues, someone likely dies.
It's a risk he is taking before he even makes the conscious decision.
Steve breaks away and follows a few feet behind. The area is still populated so he pulls out his phone and pretends to be absorbed. Just a normal guy walking behind another normal guy.
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Date: 2019-04-26 08:56 pm (UTC)The crowd thins as people move inside. The senator is moving and Steve uses that pinpoint to radiate out into what could be sight-lines. The Winter Soldier prefers distance. He wouldn't get close if he could help it. Which means Steve, adjusts, that he needs to focus more on the nearby area and less on the crowd. Minimizes the chance of recognition but at least easier to identify suspicious activity.
And there one was, now.
Steve locks onto the gait; the man in the dark clothes walking away is favoring his left. Either his briefcase is heavy or... Or. Both options make him someone to hone in on. Especially as Steve follows trajectory and, with some easy assumptions, can put the Wakandan senator in a cross hair within a handful of minutes. If he's right, that is. If he's not and pursues, someone likely dies.
It's a risk he is taking before he even makes the conscious decision.
Steve breaks away and follows a few feet behind. The area is still populated so he pulls out his phone and pretends to be absorbed. Just a normal guy walking behind another normal guy.
Nothing to see, here.