That... is something he will have to get used to with her. The way she will absolutely not understand the turns of phrases that are so common on Earth. And the way she will correct him almost gently - though something with a good dose of annoyance - on these things.
For now...
She moves fast. He drops the earpiece, waits for her response. Gamora gives it by way of stepping on the earpiece herself, crushing it underfoot.
"Do not make me regret this."
A warning, calm but fierce. She means that, very clearly. Is still poised to strike at the wrong move, but for now... nods, after a deep breath, to signal that she's in agreement with his plan. That she will follow him. And hope for her own sake that this man is worth his word.
“Likewise,” Bucky says, with a flash of teeth. They both know the risks and the score. They’re metaphorically holding hands and both walking off the edge of a cliff, with nothing else but the blind hope that there’ll be solid ground to catch you below.
The earpiece shatters underfoot, and he sets off through the warehouse. He doesn’t like having Gamora walking behind him — that sword could so easily slip between his shoulder-blades — but he does need to take the front and lead the way through what he’s memorised of the blueprints.
And this trust is a two-way street. He could be taking her out back to where a secondary team is waiting; he could be leading her into a trap.
But he doesn’t, is the thing.
It takes a few minutes before SWORD realises that they can’t raise Barnes on the comms. Even longer before they send in one anxious agent to check for him, expecting to find the Winter Soldier dead, only to see that he’s —
gone, just gone, the pair of assassins vanished into the maintenance tunnels as if they were never here.
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That... is something he will have to get used to with her. The way she will absolutely not understand the turns of phrases that are so common on Earth. And the way she will correct him almost gently - though something with a good dose of annoyance - on these things.
For now...
She moves fast. He drops the earpiece, waits for her response. Gamora gives it by way of stepping on the earpiece herself, crushing it underfoot.
"Do not make me regret this."
A warning, calm but fierce. She means that, very clearly. Is still poised to strike at the wrong move, but for now... nods, after a deep breath, to signal that she's in agreement with his plan. That she will follow him. And hope for her own sake that this man is worth his word.
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The earpiece shatters underfoot, and he sets off through the warehouse. He doesn’t like having Gamora walking behind him — that sword could so easily slip between his shoulder-blades — but he does need to take the front and lead the way through what he’s memorised of the blueprints.
And this trust is a two-way street. He could be taking her out back to where a secondary team is waiting; he could be leading her into a trap.
But he doesn’t, is the thing.
It takes a few minutes before SWORD realises that they can’t raise Barnes on the comms. Even longer before they send in one anxious agent to check for him, expecting to find the Winter Soldier dead, only to see that he’s —
gone, just gone, the pair of assassins vanished into the maintenance tunnels as if they were never here.