Bucky Barnes is the Winter Soldier (b_wintersoldier) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-04-17 15:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | agent 13, winter soldier |
Who: James Barnes and Sharon Carter
NPCS: Russians
What: Angry/annoyed ex-KGB Russians are still after James. He encounters Sharon along the way.
Where: Outdoor market area in New York
When: Afternoon of April 17
Status: In Progress
Rating: Probably no more than medium, will update if necessary!
James moved down the streets of New York to one of its many outdoor markets. He was starting to feel better and his side that Natasha had restitched a few days ago was healing better. And the fact she had honored her word and hadn't brought him in to anywhere gave him hope that she really wouldn't cage him. But he couldn't put her in any position that would compromise the life she had made here. He couldn't do that to her. She deserved better than him after all. He had helped trained her to become a killer after all. And no matter what she said he could never forgive himself for that.
But since having spent a rather passionate night with Natasha, he kept remembering some sort of base that was near New York. Camp Le-something. It almost felt vital that he go there but he couldn't afford to be distracted. He had to keep moving. People were after him. He needed to stay off of the grid for as long as possible until they forgot about him.
Pausing at a vendor, he picked up some sunglasses and studied them. They were mirrored and he caught movement behind him. Subtly shifting the glasses he caught sight of two faces that were hard to miss. He knew them when he was still in Soviet Russia's hands. Had helped train them. Th ey weren't looking at him directly but he knew they had been sent to retrieve him. He needed to blend in enough with the crowds here to disappear down in the subways. Maybe it was time to move to a new city as well.
Glancing around, he caught sight of a blonde woman over by some booths and he adjusted the Dodgers baseball cap on his head before he moved over towards her, his left hand in his pocket. He needed to think of a way to start talking to her but most of the pick up lines he was thinking up sounded rather corny and punch worthy. Stopping next to her, he looked over the booth contents before he glanced at her.
"I don't suppose you could help me?" he asked, giving her the appropriate 'I need help picking something out' look.