The man's movements make it clear with the small dip that he's trying to lose Steve. This has to be the Soldier, he realizes with a burst of adrenaline. No one else would have spotted a tail so fast. And no one else would have so effortlessly found the perfect place to dispose of one in a foreign city. Steve drops the pretense and pockets his phone. There's no shield, here. Nothing but his own wits and strength. And the hope that, somehow, the man he faces will decide against a fight. He's not sure how he's meant to battle against his best friend, if this is him. He had a hard enough time with just himself.
The teenagers are already parted and grumbling at being bumped into when Steve slips through the opening. He ditches the restrictive coat he's got on. Either way, it's not needed anymore. Still, he holds it in his hand, ready to throw it out to give himself cover in a sudden attack.
The alley might look empty but he knows better.
Steve pauses at the entrance, wondering if he should just announce himself. Call Bucky's name and take the gamble that it will do something. Instead, he just walks slow, whistling 'We Ought to Do This More Often'.
If it was Bucky, he might not know his name after all this time, given what he read. But if Steve knew him at all, he knew music was his best chance.
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Date: 2019-04-26 09:12 pm (UTC)The man's movements make it clear with the small dip that he's trying to lose Steve. This has to be the Soldier, he realizes with a burst of adrenaline. No one else would have spotted a tail so fast. And no one else would have so effortlessly found the perfect place to dispose of one in a foreign city. Steve drops the pretense and pockets his phone. There's no shield, here. Nothing but his own wits and strength. And the hope that, somehow, the man he faces will decide against a fight. He's not sure how he's meant to battle against his best friend, if this is him. He had a hard enough time with just himself.
The teenagers are already parted and grumbling at being bumped into when Steve slips through the opening. He ditches the restrictive coat he's got on. Either way, it's not needed anymore. Still, he holds it in his hand, ready to throw it out to give himself cover in a sudden attack.
The alley might look empty but he knows better.
Steve pauses at the entrance, wondering if he should just announce himself. Call Bucky's name and take the gamble that it will do something. Instead, he just walks slow, whistling 'We Ought to Do This More Often'.
If it was Bucky, he might not know his name after all this time, given what he read. But if Steve knew him at all, he knew music was his best chance.