WHO: Bobbi Morse and Bucky Barnes WHAT: A chance meeting WHEN: Saturday night WHERE: Walmart WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Bobbi had gone to Walmart tonight to buy food. She was going to teach herself to cook, save money, eat healthy and be all kinds of responsible. Only, when she started walking up and down the aisles that had more difficult items than boxed macaroni and cheese and canned soup, she realized rather quickly that she really had no idea how to prepare any of this, and the most likely end result of any attempt was going to be burned, inedible food, and a grumpy, hungry Bobbi.
So, she found herself migrating to the part of walmart where she was more comfortable - the part that housed the weapons. Knives, guns, bows and arrows, survival equipment...these were things she understood, that she knew how to construct. One could even say she was an expert with them.
As she looked around Walmart's considerable arsenal, she couldn't help but laugh at herself a little sadly, the girl who was far more comfortable killing than cooking. Sure, she twisted around all sorts of gender norms before breakfast, and she was proud of it, but she was pretty sure her grandmother would have been mortified.
She shook her head and movement caught the corner of her eye. She turned quickly, and found herself face to face with...The Winter Soldier.
She stiffened, her hands going to her belt where she didn't currently have a knife or a holster.
"Barnes," she said, a bit stiffly. Surely they'd be able to avoid a scene in Walmart. Perhaps he really was as harmless as she'd been told.