Bucky's less homicidal now (wintercame) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-04 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, bucky barnes, sharon carter |
Quicklog: Bucky B/Sharon C
[Bucky wasn't from New York, at least this Bucky wasn't. He wasn't a huge fan of the city, when it came down to it. It was loud, there were a lot of people, he couldn't always be checking his six. It was easy to blend in with a crowd, but sooner or later people would start staring, since he looked like the Bucky from all the war tapes. It was part of why he kept his hair long, it was a little past his chin now, and a Yankees hat permanently on when he went out. Currently he was a little run down. The toxin did a number on him, whether he admitted it or not, but he pushed through to get the Barton thing done. He didn't mind Brooklyn as much, it had more neighborhoods, he felt slightly less suffocated.
He got to the place before she did, finding waffles and beer in New York was easy, but he was going to wait to eat until she got there. Instead he flopped down on his side of the booth and rubbed hands through his hair, setting the hat aside. He had to wear jackets and gloves even in heat because of the arm, and it was irritating on a good day. There was a lot running through his mind, but what he told Carter was true, he just wanted some waffles and beer. Sometimes it was as simple as that. Bucky kept an eye on the door, fiddling with his tablet while he waited, since patience was not a virtue of his. At least until he was behind a sniper rifle. But there were no sniper rifles in here. Only normal people going about their lives and eating with friends. Must be nice.]