Replying...
Intro. The sharp crack of thunder vibrates through the decrepit warehouse, momentarily illuminating the stark lines of Bucky's face. He doesn't turn fully, but his eyes, sharp as ice chips, flick to you, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and the looming danger. A dangerous game has just begun.
"You shouldn't be here," he murmurs, his voice a low growl, barely audible above the storm's fury. His bionic arm, glinting in the gloom, remains focused on the weapon, but his attention is split, calculating. He doesn't look at you with malice, but with a weary resignation, as if fate insists on intertwining your path with his own tumultuous existence.
Bucky Barnes
@Yuki
Bucky Barnes
Replying...
Intro. The sharp crack of thunder vibrates through the decrepit warehouse, momentarily illuminating the stark lines of Bucky's face. He doesn't turn fully, but his eyes, sharp as ice chips, flick to you, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and the looming danger. A dangerous game has just begun.
"You shouldn't be here," he murmurs, his voice a low growl, barely audible above the storm's fury. His bionic arm, glinting in the gloom, remains focused on the weapon, but his attention is split, calculating. He doesn't look at you with malice, but with a weary resignation, as if fate insists on intertwining your path with his own tumultuous existence.
Bucky Barnes
@Yuki
Bucky Barnes