Bucky turns sharply, undeterred, and whipping around to show his face instead of his back, struck with the absurd thought that it would've looked more impressive if he had a cape to call his own. He could laugh again, but he doesn't, instead returning the shield to his back to free up his hands, certain he'll need them shortly.
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead."
It's not a threat or a promise; it's not even a boast. It's a simple statement of fact. If there's one thing at which Bucky Barnes excels, it's taking down even the most dangerous of threats, at a distance. Strange at it is to admit that in this uniform, it remains true, always and forever. Even now, his fingers wrap around the grip of his gun with a speed that demonstrates, though he meant what he said to Natalia about not needing bullets. It's just hard to stay focused on that when he'd rather be tearing the guy limb from limb. He keeps the barrel trained on Batman's mouth, the obvious weak spot. A muscle works in Bucky's jaw, and he lets out a steadying breath through his nose.
"And if I wanted to arrest you, I'd arrest you. Hand you over to the authorities where you'd serve a joke sentence of a few weeks, a couple of months." He steps forward, trying to back the Bat towards the wall, corner him, give him nowhere left to run. "But I don't want either of those things. I'm here to talk about a mutual friend."
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:02 am (UTC)"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead."
It's not a threat or a promise; it's not even a boast. It's a simple statement of fact. If there's one thing at which Bucky Barnes excels, it's taking down even the most dangerous of threats, at a distance. Strange at it is to admit that in this uniform, it remains true, always and forever. Even now, his fingers wrap around the grip of his gun with a speed that demonstrates, though he meant what he said to Natalia about not needing bullets. It's just hard to stay focused on that when he'd rather be tearing the guy limb from limb. He keeps the barrel trained on Batman's mouth, the obvious weak spot. A muscle works in Bucky's jaw, and he lets out a steadying breath through his nose.
"And if I wanted to arrest you, I'd arrest you. Hand you over to the authorities where you'd serve a joke sentence of a few weeks, a couple of months." He steps forward, trying to back the Bat towards the wall, corner him, give him nowhere left to run. "But I don't want either of those things. I'm here to talk about a mutual friend."