FarFlungDreamer
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‘Great,’ He grumbled internally. What the hell sort of thing was this guy anyways? He ignored his thoughts, and found himself fall into a different mindset. Only a foot or so taller than him, but at least three times his width. Raw power alone would knock him out if he landed an attack. Clearly he wasn’t afraid of his gun, or he was heroic, Bucky could imagine Steve stepping in front of someone without a thought.
His arms were at least that on their own. If he had charged he could have likely moved quicker and get around him to his target… but… his gaze wavered momentarily. No, it wouldn’t work, because he wasn’t trying to kill Potts and the man(?) would be able to counter before he’d get to her whereas a bullet would be quick enough for that tactic.
It wasn’t the case here…
Chase did the work for him, though, and Bucky felt relieved. The place his thoughts went… were still going now as he assessed everyone in the room and their exit strategy. Bucky knew they weren’t right, but in this situation, he couldn’t turn it off.
"Ol' whats his name, saving the day again,”
Ol what's his name... that was more accurate than Chase could know it to be. So many names… so many agenda’s pulling at his focus right now. Not to kill anyone. To be efficient instead. Force. No force… he was at war, and he felt relief again that he had another set up hands next to him to help him get them out.
He decided to change the aim of his gun away from the behemoth who had the woman in charge behind him to the other female. He couldn’t protect two at once, and it would give him leverage if they needed it. Bucky realized quickly that the way he thought in these situations, didn’t work when he wouldn’t let himself kill anyone here. It left him feeling all the more vulnerable.
Then there was the little one. It was fortunate these people weren’t hostile. If they were… like those chasing the bunch, then there would be more than trouble. Would he fire, then? Bucky wondered if he would or not. Every instinct raced through his body and urged him to. Ever since he snuck through the room above and came down here ready to fight. It sung through him, willing him to fight the way his mind told him to.
He watched the girl out of the corner of his vision, wishing he knew what to say to convince her to come here. But he couldn’t possibly begin to imagine what that would be. His eyebrow popped up as Chase gave him. His cold gaze dropped to the nudge and he felt that pull again.
The pull to end every threat in the room as best he could. The urge to not lower that gun but jump into action instead. Bucky’s eyes squeezed shut, very quickly, and he pushed against it and practically forced his still rigid arm to lower. He didn’t take his finger off the top of the gun’s trigger though, his finger ready to slip against it at any sign of ill will.
They weren’t a threat, anyways. He knew that… Bucky watched Chase with a hint of disapproval in his eyes. That seat was not a good vantage point and he was spreading them out again, when they should stay tight and near the door for an exit.
All the same, Bucky didn’t move, and his eyes didn’t rest from glancing over everyone in the room. The female he’d aimed at earlier spoke, now, and Bucky wondered if she worked for Fury, and an earpiece or something. Instead she explained and then his muscles instantly tighter in response to having said message pressed into his mind.
Yeah, he really wasn’t fan of that. But he glanced to Chase for his reaction, he would know if it were indeed he and the groups parents.
His arms were at least that on their own. If he had charged he could have likely moved quicker and get around him to his target… but… his gaze wavered momentarily. No, it wouldn’t work, because he wasn’t trying to kill Potts and the man(?) would be able to counter before he’d get to her whereas a bullet would be quick enough for that tactic.
It wasn’t the case here…
Chase did the work for him, though, and Bucky felt relieved. The place his thoughts went… were still going now as he assessed everyone in the room and their exit strategy. Bucky knew they weren’t right, but in this situation, he couldn’t turn it off.
"Ol' whats his name, saving the day again,”
Ol what's his name... that was more accurate than Chase could know it to be. So many names… so many agenda’s pulling at his focus right now. Not to kill anyone. To be efficient instead. Force. No force… he was at war, and he felt relief again that he had another set up hands next to him to help him get them out.
He decided to change the aim of his gun away from the behemoth who had the woman in charge behind him to the other female. He couldn’t protect two at once, and it would give him leverage if they needed it. Bucky realized quickly that the way he thought in these situations, didn’t work when he wouldn’t let himself kill anyone here. It left him feeling all the more vulnerable.
Then there was the little one. It was fortunate these people weren’t hostile. If they were… like those chasing the bunch, then there would be more than trouble. Would he fire, then? Bucky wondered if he would or not. Every instinct raced through his body and urged him to. Ever since he snuck through the room above and came down here ready to fight. It sung through him, willing him to fight the way his mind told him to.
He watched the girl out of the corner of his vision, wishing he knew what to say to convince her to come here. But he couldn’t possibly begin to imagine what that would be. His eyebrow popped up as Chase gave him. His cold gaze dropped to the nudge and he felt that pull again.
The pull to end every threat in the room as best he could. The urge to not lower that gun but jump into action instead. Bucky’s eyes squeezed shut, very quickly, and he pushed against it and practically forced his still rigid arm to lower. He didn’t take his finger off the top of the gun’s trigger though, his finger ready to slip against it at any sign of ill will.
They weren’t a threat, anyways. He knew that… Bucky watched Chase with a hint of disapproval in his eyes. That seat was not a good vantage point and he was spreading them out again, when they should stay tight and near the door for an exit.
All the same, Bucky didn’t move, and his eyes didn’t rest from glancing over everyone in the room. The female he’d aimed at earlier spoke, now, and Bucky wondered if she worked for Fury, and an earpiece or something. Instead she explained and then his muscles instantly tighter in response to having said message pressed into his mind.
Yeah, he really wasn’t fan of that. But he glanced to Chase for his reaction, he would know if it were indeed he and the groups parents.