Steve's lived in a lot of places during his eventful life. It probably says something that this apartment they're breaking into with the cracked window and lack of electricity feels more like home than any of the others since he'd woken up. Or maybe that has more to say about the company than the place itself.
The first thing Steve does is sweep the place, quickly. It's got a thin layer of dust which is helpful; Nat had shown him how to use dust to assess whether or not the place has been disturbed. This one looks untouched for weeks and that is immediately a relief. Steve goes to any windows and pulls out a thin laser to assess sightlines. Both he and Bucky should be able to avoid being noticed with a reasonable amount of caution, he figures. So, all in all, the place is good. Great, even, when he tries the tap and finds clear water pumping through.
Steve splashes his face with it and pulls the bottom of his shirt to wipe it off. It is still a weird sensation to do that and find hair on his chin. That and Bucky's comment actually makes him smile.
"I doubt either of us get a tail unless your version of the serum had some fancy stuff I don't know about."
He grins, proud of the pun for a whole five seconds before he realizes what he said.
Fuck.
Steve knows he's a bad liar and if people who knew him for months could tell him that then Bucky might as well be reading his mind. Still, Steve coughs nervously and goes to recheck the locks on the door. His only hope at this point is distraction both from Bucky and for Bucky. The best way he can think of to do that is to just keep talking.
"I...uh. No, in seriousness. The people who are looking for me wouldn't be subtle if they had an idea where I was. So unless you getting yanked here came up on someone's radar and they're hunting for us, we should be good for awhile." He crosses from the door to the stove and the gas is also still on. Great. "Think we'd be lucky enough to find a tea kettle or coffee around this place?" Just keep talking.
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Date: 2022-04-17 11:28 pm (UTC)The first thing Steve does is sweep the place, quickly. It's got a thin layer of dust which is helpful; Nat had shown him how to use dust to assess whether or not the place has been disturbed. This one looks untouched for weeks and that is immediately a relief. Steve goes to any windows and pulls out a thin laser to assess sightlines. Both he and Bucky should be able to avoid being noticed with a reasonable amount of caution, he figures. So, all in all, the place is good. Great, even, when he tries the tap and finds clear water pumping through.
Steve splashes his face with it and pulls the bottom of his shirt to wipe it off. It is still a weird sensation to do that and find hair on his chin. That and Bucky's comment actually makes him smile.
"I doubt either of us get a tail unless your version of the serum had some fancy stuff I don't know about."
He grins, proud of the pun for a whole five seconds before he realizes what he said.
Fuck.
Steve knows he's a bad liar and if people who knew him for months could tell him that then Bucky might as well be reading his mind. Still, Steve coughs nervously and goes to recheck the locks on the door. His only hope at this point is distraction both from Bucky and for Bucky. The best way he can think of to do that is to just keep talking.
"I...uh. No, in seriousness. The people who are looking for me wouldn't be subtle if they had an idea where I was. So unless you getting yanked here came up on someone's radar and they're hunting for us, we should be good for awhile." He crosses from the door to the stove and the gas is also still on. Great. "Think we'd be lucky enough to find a tea kettle or coffee around this place?" Just keep talking.