[Kill him. Try to kill him. Whatever it was, he was too tired for all the lurking and waiting and anticipation that led up to the fight. He wanted to know what they wanted so he could decide what he was going to do.
Bucky turns to face the man, a brow raised as he falls from the trees, landing with a grace he'd appreciate if there wasn't metal being flashed in his direction.]
Who're the cr-
[Not given the chance to ask anything else or to explain that he didn't want any trouble, Bucky dodges the blades, striking out hard and fast. He aims for the man's side, his stomach, then twists his body around and takes off running.]
no subject
Bucky turns to face the man, a brow raised as he falls from the trees, landing with a grace he'd appreciate if there wasn't metal being flashed in his direction.]
Who're the cr-
[Not given the chance to ask anything else or to explain that he didn't want any trouble, Bucky dodges the blades, striking out hard and fast. He aims for the man's side, his stomach, then twists his body around and takes off running.]