He'd momentarily forgotten about the communication gadget, tucked away safely into a jacket pocket. As quiet as the vibration is (in contrast to the shrill tones of ones he remembers from various missions in Europe), hearing any kind of sound while he's trying to sneak silently through unfamiliar territory is still startling. His heart rate speeds up for a few seconds before Bucky pulls the device out with his flesh hand and stares at it.
There's probably some sort of tracker hidden inside. If he answers, someone will be able to pinpoint his location. Assuming they haven't already and are playing some twisted game of cat and mouse. But if he doesn't answer, he doesn't get answers. And those would be nice about now. Decisions, decisions.
Fuck it. "Yes?" Sergeant Barnes Home for Wayward Assassins, how can he help you?
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He'd momentarily forgotten about the communication gadget, tucked away safely into a jacket pocket. As quiet as the vibration is (in contrast to the shrill tones of ones he remembers from various missions in Europe), hearing any kind of sound while he's trying to sneak silently through unfamiliar territory is still startling. His heart rate speeds up for a few seconds before Bucky pulls the device out with his flesh hand and stares at it.
There's probably some sort of tracker hidden inside. If he answers, someone will be able to pinpoint his location. Assuming they haven't already and are playing some twisted game of cat and mouse. But if he doesn't answer, he doesn't get answers. And those would be nice about now. Decisions, decisions.
Fuck it. "Yes?" Sergeant Barnes Home for Wayward Assassins, how can he help you?