[ Bucky doesn't recognize the guy, except that he looks like he walked right off the cover of one of those old jungle pulps, striking dramatic pose after dramatic pose, hair glinting just-so golden in the sunlight.
He almost doesn't want to interrupt, but battle practice always works better with a partner. ]
You want a hand?
[ Bucky's not exactly tall, but he's got enough bulk to throw around in a fight. And a metal arm, with a little shield painted on it. ]
the temple
He almost doesn't want to interrupt, but battle practice always works better with a partner. ]
You want a hand?
[ Bucky's not exactly tall, but he's got enough bulk to throw around in a fight. And a metal arm, with a little shield painted on it. ]