[Bucky comes to Thesa Station mostly to get away from the tensions in Olympia and Wyver. But he's been settling in, finding pieces of a life. He has a couple jobs he works, he doesn't actually live anywhere yet, bounces between Steve's couch and his abandoned building of the week, but he's getting there. There are people he knows, people that he might not call friends, but people he knows, that he trusts in small ways. He let Dutch cut his hair for the Gala, Alan helped him get ready, and Clara's just a nice woman. Steve has Peggy and that makes him happy, so it makes Bucky happy.
He doesn't really look for anyone in particular most of the times that he walks among the tubes, and when he does he doesn't stop, doesn't give anyone an excuse to know his weaknesses. But his eyes track them: Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Sam. It's the voice that catches him, makes his body seize, makes him feel like there's ice in his veins. He walks on silent feet, a ghost that follows the sound of a voice that feels like metal on metal in his head. He should run, but he doesn't. This'll end in a fight, he's half sure, but here he is, a few tubes down from Rumlow, watching with sharp blue eyes.
He watches him until he can feel it. Sees how long it'll take him to realize he's not alone as he reads out messages from the network, reading them to Rollins. Bucky's changed a little; his hair's a little shorter, like he had it cut neat and trim about a month ago and hasn't bothered with it since then. There's a touch of stubble to his jaw, but there's a clearly some attempt made to take care of himself. He's just in jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt, leather gloves, a knife on his belt and inside his left sleeve, but he looks more or less put-together.
His heart races, and he's not sure if he wants to be sick or if there's some kind of satisfaction in seeing Rumlow here. There's no machine, and they never had Karpov's book, which means the threats here are pretty limited. The Natha said they'd remove the triggers entirely. It's why he's working for them instead of asking to go back into stasis. And Rumlow's something more than a face behind glass. His fingers flex and there's that soft creak of the sound of leather.]
Stasis Unit
He doesn't really look for anyone in particular most of the times that he walks among the tubes, and when he does he doesn't stop, doesn't give anyone an excuse to know his weaknesses. But his eyes track them: Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Sam. It's the voice that catches him, makes his body seize, makes him feel like there's ice in his veins. He walks on silent feet, a ghost that follows the sound of a voice that feels like metal on metal in his head. He should run, but he doesn't. This'll end in a fight, he's half sure, but here he is, a few tubes down from Rumlow, watching with sharp blue eyes.
He watches him until he can feel it. Sees how long it'll take him to realize he's not alone as he reads out messages from the network, reading them to Rollins. Bucky's changed a little; his hair's a little shorter, like he had it cut neat and trim about a month ago and hasn't bothered with it since then. There's a touch of stubble to his jaw, but there's a clearly some attempt made to take care of himself. He's just in jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt, leather gloves, a knife on his belt and inside his left sleeve, but he looks more or less put-together.
His heart races, and he's not sure if he wants to be sick or if there's some kind of satisfaction in seeing Rumlow here. There's no machine, and they never had Karpov's book, which means the threats here are pretty limited. The Natha said they'd remove the triggers entirely. It's why he's working for them instead of asking to go back into stasis. And Rumlow's something more than a face behind glass. His fingers flex and there's that soft creak of the sound of leather.]