Who: Bucky, NPC! Hand ninjas What: Bucky gets approached for recruitment Where: NYC When: Feb 26 Rating: On the high side for violence/fighting
Things were quiet and for that James was grateful. It gave him a chance to relax and rest while being near Natasha and Steve. He knew the two wouldn't let the remaining forces that had made him take him. But that didn't mean he wasn't on alert. He always was. You never knew when someone might come up and try to kill you or abduct you after all.
As he walked down the streets of New York, he could all but feel the eyes on him. But he made no acknowledgement of knowing that. He continued acting oblivious, hands in his pockets as he began heading through a few alleys until he was in a fairly secluded spot in one of the bad neighborhoods of the city. He quickly scaled a fire escape and watched as several masked figures started showing up on the roof. He didn't even seem bothered when they surrounded him and started pulling swords and knives out. Well, they weren't from Russia sent to take him back so there was that.
As the cold wind blew his hair over his face he saw a slight shift and knew someone was rushing him from behind. Without a word he spun around and slammed his left arm into the man's chest, collapsing his rib cage and sending him gurgling for air as blood spilled from his mouth. He knew he didn't have to kill anymore but so far as he knew, this was fight to survive and if there was one thing that could be said about James, it was that he survived no matter what. He had survived the rocket explosion back during the War. He had survived the brutal training by Department X and Red Room. And he had survived what had been done to his mind.
He didn't stay dwelling on the kill though and instead began moving, grabbing the knife from the fallen ninja and began fighting the others that tried to swarm him. Two more went down with a slash to the throat on one and the other having the blade slammed into his skull. Out of his peripheral he caught sight of a sword swinging down at him and he lifted his left arm, blocking it. Not wasting time, he yanked a Skorpion submachine gun out of his waistband and fired off a few shots until it was knocked from his hand. He went with the momentum though, tugging a knife out of his jacket and hurling it at a ninja, watching as it struck him in the arm. Grabbing another well hidden blade off of his person he was about to charge when one of the ninjas who had hung back clapped their hands and the others stopped. Wary, James studied them, ready in case they tried something else.
"You have great skill Winter Soldier, to be able to take on a dozen of the Hand."
James slowly slid out of his fighting stance though only an untrained eye would think he was relaxed and not on guard. He was still coiled and ready to strike. "So this is a recruitment test then?" he asked.
"It is. And you have more than passed. Many thought you merely myth and legend given your...resume over the decades."
"There's a reason the Winter Soldier is considered a ghost story."
"Indeed. So. Have you an answer to our proposal?"
James looked around as the other ninjas were helping their injured comrades, some working on getting the dead off of the roof. His dark eyes shifted back to the leader of the group. "You want me to join then your leader is going to be the one to make the offer. I prefer knowing exactly who I'm selling my services to." He gave a faint grin. "If your boss is still interested in me then they can contact me through a message board." He tugged out a card he'd not given out since getting his memories back and tossed it at them. "There's the site." He watched as the ninja picked it up before he and the others left with barely a trace.
James twitched his right hand and let the throwing star he had palmed off of one during the fight slide into his hands and he studied it. It was time to do some research on this Hand group...