Semi-formal bordering on costume party, because I guess playing dressup for the roaring twenties or the forties is, like, a thing now.
[ his nose wrinkles— it's unusual, knowing that the time period he grew up in is a quaint piece of nostalgia now, something retro enough that it's coming back in vogue. although, shit, she'd look good in one of those dresses. ]
But if there's anyone I'd call to take down a world-renowned ballet company run by evil forces, it'd be you. Me, I wasn't really trained in subtlety. I could infiltrate, uh...
[ the fist of HYDRA had been such a blunt weapon compared to the widows and the way they could effortlessly integrate into any environment, unnoticed. so bucky casts around, trying to think if he has any skills whatsoever that have nothing to do with murder. his list of hobbies is about as depressingly empty as this apartment. but finally, he lands on something: ]
A fishing boat or factory. Shucking oysters and gutting fish. Sam taught me. That or being a boxing instructor, maybe.
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[ his nose wrinkles— it's unusual, knowing that the time period he grew up in is a quaint piece of nostalgia now, something retro enough that it's coming back in vogue. although, shit, she'd look good in one of those dresses. ]
But if there's anyone I'd call to take down a world-renowned ballet company run by evil forces, it'd be you. Me, I wasn't really trained in subtlety. I could infiltrate, uh...
[ the fist of HYDRA had been such a blunt weapon compared to the widows and the way they could effortlessly integrate into any environment, unnoticed. so bucky casts around, trying to think if he has any skills whatsoever that have nothing to do with murder. his list of hobbies is about as depressingly empty as this apartment. but finally, he lands on something: ]
A fishing boat or factory. Shucking oysters and gutting fish. Sam taught me. That or being a boxing instructor, maybe.