( Another reason he put himself behind her — Bucky can run like thirty-five god damn miles an hour. Odds are he could have probably outpaced them, but he'd also outpace her. It's hard to get a gauge on how much to slow himself down from the lead, it's just easier to adjust to his partner this way.
This ain't cutting it, though. It's just not gonna work. )
Plan B!
( He yells at her over the din, stealth obviously gone out the window. There's a ripping sound coming from behind her as Barnes goes about tearing off his opposite sleeve — the right one this time, to the shock of the audience at home. )
Get ready!
( To do, you know, the only thing they both know she can do. He fumbles, rifle bouncing off his chest as he works with both hands to tie his sleeve around his forehead.
As soon as it's in place-- )
Do it--
( He tugs the sleeve down over his eyes like a blindfold. Turns and drops to one knee so his body isn't blocking the light, and he starts firing with his eyes wide open, looking through the weave of the fabric. )
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This ain't cutting it, though. It's just not gonna work. )
Plan B!
( He yells at her over the din, stealth obviously gone out the window. There's a ripping sound coming from behind her as Barnes goes about tearing off his opposite sleeve — the right one this time, to the shock of the audience at home. )
Get ready!
( To do, you know, the only thing they both know she can do. He fumbles, rifle bouncing off his chest as he works with both hands to tie his sleeve around his forehead.
As soon as it's in place-- )
Do it--
( He tugs the sleeve down over his eyes like a blindfold. Turns and drops to one knee so his body isn't blocking the light, and he starts firing with his eyes wide open, looking through the weave of the fabric. )