He keeps his head down, masking how his eyes are constantly scanning their surroundings, looking into shadows and narrow alleyways between buildings, anywhere someone could be hiding. Sometimes it's good to have knowledge of how an assassin would think, all he has to do is think about where he would hide, and check those spots, look for any of the telltale signs of movement or life that he'd try his best to mask.
Shifting the bag as far onto his back as he can while it's slung over his shoulder, he draws the knife he'd had out earlier, but keeps it tucked close, hidden against the dark wash of his jeans. It helps marginally relax him just to have the familiar grip on it, even if he won't be fast. But he also knows flashing it around could backfire, making the men want to try their luck, like drawing a knife is asking for a fight. Best to be discreet.
"Not sure why," he replies to her, glancing at her face for a second. "So far I've threatened you with a weapon, yelled and sworn at you. And yet." He gives her another, longer, considering look. "You're still here. Starting to think I'm a magnet for stubborn."
He licks his lips in an unconscious, wholly-Bucky nervous gesture. He doesn't like that certain words, like 'stubborn' and 'noble' and 'good' make his memories go haywire, just as much as any mention of Hydra. He doesn't have the capacity to deal with memories now, when he's got to stay aware of their surroundings.
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Shifting the bag as far onto his back as he can while it's slung over his shoulder, he draws the knife he'd had out earlier, but keeps it tucked close, hidden against the dark wash of his jeans. It helps marginally relax him just to have the familiar grip on it, even if he won't be fast. But he also knows flashing it around could backfire, making the men want to try their luck, like drawing a knife is asking for a fight. Best to be discreet.
"Not sure why," he replies to her, glancing at her face for a second. "So far I've threatened you with a weapon, yelled and sworn at you. And yet." He gives her another, longer, considering look. "You're still here. Starting to think I'm a magnet for stubborn."
He licks his lips in an unconscious, wholly-Bucky nervous gesture. He doesn't like that certain words, like 'stubborn' and 'noble' and 'good' make his memories go haywire, just as much as any mention of Hydra. He doesn't have the capacity to deal with memories now, when he's got to stay aware of their surroundings.