Barnes (howlikeawinter) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-02-18 16:03:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | black widow, winter soldier |
Thread
Characters: Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes) and Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)
NPCs: People of a nefarious nature
Location: New York City ~ less then upstanding areas
Timeline: February 18, 2016
Description: It's pretty much bad cop & bad cop (or should that be bad SHIELD agent and bad SHIELD agent) as Bucky and Nat unsuccessfully try to find some leads on who shot Charles Xavier.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly there will be violence)
He walked briskly down the street, but not too briskly. He wasn't in a rush, or rushing because he was scared, but he also wasn't strolling along, seeing the sights. He was in short, a SHIELD agent on a mission, although at the moment he wasn't wearing his SHIELD gear. He had his credentials on him (of course he did, he might need them to prove who he was, or to get out of a jam) but that was the only thing linking him to SHIELD at the moment.
Bucky could admit to himself (and only to himself, never ever would he say it out loud) but when it came to the death of Charles Xavier he had a certain sort of .. ex-professional curiosity about it. He wanted to know who had done it because he wanted to see them brought to justice (Xavier had been a good man, and honestly good man as far as Bucky could tell, and genuinely good people were rare) but he also wanted to know who had done it. Who had the skills (or the luck, although he didn't think it was a lucky shot) to have pulled it off and then have vanished. Leaving not a trace to be found.
Or not a trace to be found yet. He honestly didn't know if tonight's activities would find any information, or just be an exercise in blowing off steam.
When he was a block away from the bar he came to a stop. He ran though a quick mental check list; gloves on (it was winter, so that meant there was no need to disguise the arm in anything other then a glove and long sleeves), he was armed beyond the arm as well, so that was another thing to check off the list. His wallet (or the light version of his wallet, containing only some cash) was in his pocket, and his SHIELD ID was in the inner pocket of his coat. He was - as ready as he was going to be.
He started moving again, eyes locked ahead of him, but aware of his surroundings all the same. He was expecting to see Natasha at the bar, but there was always the chance that when he was this close that he might run into her en route.