[ If Seoraj is up there getting a kick out of this, it won't be for Bucky's choice of weapon. (Or at least not that kind of kick.) Over black face mask and along one line of scraggly hair, his eye tracks that toothpick down. Flicks back up. Doesn't smile, exactly.
No, he's not kidding.
A boot scuff against concrete interrupts. They're closing in. The soldier's attention snaps to the sound and he sinks against the wall opposite in turn. Back presses to brick. Tension eases from his shoulders. He breathes, still and silent save for the gentle exhale of machinery.
And a sliver of metal fingers catching the light. One, the soldier taps beside his own eye. Two, he points to Driver. First, second. They have a choke point; they should use it.
When the door opens, it's with the barrel of a gun, and a metal palm rises to greet it. Before the first guy can hardly get a shot off, the rifle is grabbed, bent, yanked, and let fly in the same smooth motion that brings the soldier arcing around to catch a knife under his jaw and spin him in close. Tada: meat shield.
Which makes a convenient target for contestant number two. ]
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No, he's not kidding.
A boot scuff against concrete interrupts. They're closing in. The soldier's attention snaps to the sound and he sinks against the wall opposite in turn. Back presses to brick. Tension eases from his shoulders. He breathes, still and silent save for the gentle exhale of machinery.
And a sliver of metal fingers catching the light. One, the soldier taps beside his own eye. Two, he points to Driver. First, second. They have a choke point; they should use it.
When the door opens, it's with the barrel of a gun, and a metal palm rises to greet it. Before the first guy can hardly get a shot off, the rifle is grabbed, bent, yanked, and let fly in the same smooth motion that brings the soldier arcing around to catch a knife under his jaw and spin him in close. Tada: meat shield.
Which makes a convenient target for contestant number two. ]