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He studied her under the bright light of the moon, Jenna was throwing some pebbles at the east river as she continued spewing random facts about their current location.
— Hey, that’s a story older than me; Elephants parading the Brooklyn Bridge. P.T. Barnum marched the circus’ animals through the structure to prove that the bridge was steady. It worked. It stopped people from panicking that it would fall.— Bucky had his own share of facts and anecdotes from every corner in Brooklyn. He would pintpoint to some place and tell about how much it had changed, or how it had remained the same throughout the years. How the owner of some old ice cream parlor was the most resentful man he’d ever met, but the ice so good they’d keep returning when they were kids; or how the corner of a block there was where he’d realized that Steve wasn’t just being picked on, but such a troublemaker himself.
Barnes’ eyes cloud over, but they didn’t fall shut as he reminisced these things—he didn’t need to close them to bring it all back. They had allowed themselves to forgot everything else —even if it was just for an instant. The usual grumpy look on his face absent from his features. And then, she’d hear it; not a sarcastic huff, not a snort. But the first genuine laugh from him that night. A sound that Manami had heard so many long ago.
There was something so familiar about the tip of his smile, the curve of his cheek when he looked down at her that Jenna’s chest ached with someone else’s memories. Not hers.
That’s how she had come with the next suggestion
«…you can be the trigger for that just like in the hideout…»
«So, what do you say, James?»
—What are you suggesting, Bane, to hangout? I’m too busy for that, you know. Unless… —Those portals could be of help. — Unless you want to help me catch Rostov and make up for tonight’s mess. — He had missed the most recent opportunity and he knew it was going to take him weeks now to rearrange a new plan and make it work. Andre Rostov and his men would not lower their guard anytime soon, not after tonight’s events.
— Do we have a deal?
[sep]
[med]2 Weeks Later[/med]
His Hydra list included a variety of people, crooked politicians and crime syndicates. While some of the list's names were insignificant (as of now), Andre Rostov, the man he was currently after, couldn’t be skipped. The Russian criminal had worked as the warden of a gulag that the Winter Soldier had served time in as an asset. He had been in possession of the red handbook for his programming, and with the power it had helped him gain, the man was now running a prostitution ring with base in Slovakia. And plenty of other shady businesses.
Jenna looked like she struggled to sit up, trussed up in her undercover outfit. Corset, check; knee-high boots, check. Push-up bra and more makeup than a drag queen. They had been working for weeks on this, Bucky tried to look at her as a stranger would, but he just couldn’t separate what he now knew of her from her appearance; the curly-haired looked more silly than sexy, a troublemaker, a clown, playing dress-up. Men could be so blind when they wanted to be.
Bane also looked like she could barely breathe. Her breathlessness over the communicator made sense. He pretended not to hear the steady stream of german curses she muttered under her breath.
— We talked about this, I can’t go inside with a tactical vest, they would know it’s me. Don’t worry, I got your back.— James excused himself for the tenth time, but there was some amusement in his voice. He probably really enjoyed lacing her into it, too. When working solo he couldn’t use someone as bait. — I have shrink session tomorrow morning and gotta get home to feed my cat, so let’s do this quickly.
— Hey, that’s a story older than me; Elephants parading the Brooklyn Bridge. P.T. Barnum marched the circus’ animals through the structure to prove that the bridge was steady. It worked. It stopped people from panicking that it would fall.— Bucky had his own share of facts and anecdotes from every corner in Brooklyn. He would pintpoint to some place and tell about how much it had changed, or how it had remained the same throughout the years. How the owner of some old ice cream parlor was the most resentful man he’d ever met, but the ice so good they’d keep returning when they were kids; or how the corner of a block there was where he’d realized that Steve wasn’t just being picked on, but such a troublemaker himself.
Barnes’ eyes cloud over, but they didn’t fall shut as he reminisced these things—he didn’t need to close them to bring it all back. They had allowed themselves to forgot everything else —even if it was just for an instant. The usual grumpy look on his face absent from his features. And then, she’d hear it; not a sarcastic huff, not a snort. But the first genuine laugh from him that night. A sound that Manami had heard so many long ago.
There was something so familiar about the tip of his smile, the curve of his cheek when he looked down at her that Jenna’s chest ached with someone else’s memories. Not hers.
That’s how she had come with the next suggestion
«…you can be the trigger for that just like in the hideout…»
«So, what do you say, James?»
—What are you suggesting, Bane, to hangout? I’m too busy for that, you know. Unless… —Those portals could be of help. — Unless you want to help me catch Rostov and make up for tonight’s mess. — He had missed the most recent opportunity and he knew it was going to take him weeks now to rearrange a new plan and make it work. Andre Rostov and his men would not lower their guard anytime soon, not after tonight’s events.
— Do we have a deal?
[sep]
[med]2 Weeks Later[/med]
His Hydra list included a variety of people, crooked politicians and crime syndicates. While some of the list's names were insignificant (as of now), Andre Rostov, the man he was currently after, couldn’t be skipped. The Russian criminal had worked as the warden of a gulag that the Winter Soldier had served time in as an asset. He had been in possession of the red handbook for his programming, and with the power it had helped him gain, the man was now running a prostitution ring with base in Slovakia. And plenty of other shady businesses.
Jenna looked like she struggled to sit up, trussed up in her undercover outfit. Corset, check; knee-high boots, check. Push-up bra and more makeup than a drag queen. They had been working for weeks on this, Bucky tried to look at her as a stranger would, but he just couldn’t separate what he now knew of her from her appearance; the curly-haired looked more silly than sexy, a troublemaker, a clown, playing dress-up. Men could be so blind when they wanted to be.
Bane also looked like she could barely breathe. Her breathlessness over the communicator made sense. He pretended not to hear the steady stream of german curses she muttered under her breath.
— We talked about this, I can’t go inside with a tactical vest, they would know it’s me. Don’t worry, I got your back.— James excused himself for the tenth time, but there was some amusement in his voice. He probably really enjoyed lacing her into it, too. When working solo he couldn’t use someone as bait. — I have shrink session tomorrow morning and gotta get home to feed my cat, so let’s do this quickly.