[The moment he understands the extent of this so-called introduction, Driver's eyebrows do a thing they don't often do. Six guys. Six entire guys, in full on tactical strike mode, versus the two of them. Barnes has comparable gear, at least; meanwhile, here he stands in his denim jacket and snug jeans. Though a staple of retro fashion, the Canadian tuxedo is not widely known for its bullet-resistant qualities. So what is this, a pain management course? How To Be Perforated 101? He already graduated that one back in La-La Land, guys.
They won't hesitate. Neither can you. No shit. Thanks for that, sensei.]
You gotta be kidding me.
[Dry but amiable critique, aimed equally at the number of incoming helmets, at the Powers That Be probably grinning at the monitors up there, and maybe also at Bucky's seemingly foolish weapon of choice. All the same, he moves into the blind spot that should appear when the door opens—if only for a moment—and braces the assault rifle against the meat of his shoulder, just like he's seen a thousand times before. Just like the big brain needle taught him how. As an afterthought, he spits out his toothpick.
Another look to the man in black, his stance, his confidence that a knife will do the trick. His crazy Terminator arm.
simulation bro
They won't hesitate. Neither can you. No shit. Thanks for that, sensei.]
You gotta be kidding me.
[Dry but amiable critique, aimed equally at the number of incoming helmets, at the Powers That Be probably grinning at the monitors up there, and maybe also at Bucky's seemingly foolish weapon of choice. All the same, he moves into the blind spot that should appear when the door opens—if only for a moment—and braces the assault rifle against the meat of his shoulder, just like he's seen a thousand times before. Just like the big brain needle taught him how. As an afterthought, he spits out his toothpick.
Another look to the man in black, his stance, his confidence that a knife will do the trick. His crazy Terminator arm.
This ought to be good.]