Why is always the one question that gets people into trouble. Why demands accountability. Why am I doing this? Why am I tracking down this person? Why am I killing them? Is it for the greater good? Or something less noble? Whose hand is directing my actions?
Bucky can't answer any of those questions. All he can do is stay one or two steps ahead of the troubleshooters, learning his way around the city street by street. Block by block. Until he knows the layout. It's not entirely unlike New York, in that there is a plan, a deliberateness to how the place works. It's his job to find all the little imperfections, mark them down so people with better strategy can use the information.
He can't do that when he's being followed, though. The assassin hesitates just long enough to memorize the face of his shadow before doing what he does best these days - seemingly disappearing into thin air. It's a culmination of brutal training tactics, and he was already good at remembering things before the serum ever touched his veins.
The girl is good, better than she should be if her youth is anything to go by. Not that Bucky can talk about looking young. (With a straight face, anyway.) He lets her flail around for a while, noting how fast she can pick up a trail with just a hint of cooperation from the target, and how long it takes her to find anything he's left behind all on her own. Eventually, though, his curiosity gets the better of him. If she manages to bring him in, nothing on him will lead back to the others. Especially if the computer tries to wipe him. He steps out into the mouth of an alley, deliberately seen, and waits for her to catch up.
He may not have super soldier reflexes right now, but the Winter Soldier is still pretty damn fast, and he's banking on getting to the taser before she can effectively use it on him.
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Bucky can't answer any of those questions. All he can do is stay one or two steps ahead of the troubleshooters, learning his way around the city street by street. Block by block. Until he knows the layout. It's not entirely unlike New York, in that there is a plan, a deliberateness to how the place works. It's his job to find all the little imperfections, mark them down so people with better strategy can use the information.
He can't do that when he's being followed, though. The assassin hesitates just long enough to memorize the face of his shadow before doing what he does best these days - seemingly disappearing into thin air. It's a culmination of brutal training tactics, and he was already good at remembering things before the serum ever touched his veins.
The girl is good, better than she should be if her youth is anything to go by. Not that Bucky can talk about looking young. (With a straight face, anyway.) He lets her flail around for a while, noting how fast she can pick up a trail with just a hint of cooperation from the target, and how long it takes her to find anything he's left behind all on her own. Eventually, though, his curiosity gets the better of him. If she manages to bring him in, nothing on him will lead back to the others. Especially if the computer tries to wipe him. He steps out into the mouth of an alley, deliberately seen, and waits for her to catch up.
He may not have super soldier reflexes right now, but the Winter Soldier is still pretty damn fast, and he's banking on getting to the taser before she can effectively use it on him.
"Depends. Who's asking?"