Bucky Barnes wants to be left alone. He’s still working through the worst of HYDRA’s programming, still fighting to find some semblance of the man they’d stripped away repeatedly for the last several decades. Until he gets himself under wraps- until he feels safe in his own body again, it would be nice if the whole world and all of its problems just fucked right off. He’d fled America, his first home, for the specific purpose of remaining anonymous and unbothered. Now the lingering gaze of the man across from him is, understandably, unsettling. It takes him a moment, warring with himself and the different urges (eliminate threat, evade, ensure ongoing survival) welling up inside, but eventually he makes his way closer to the stranger and asks in as calm and even a tone he can manage, “Pot să vă ajut?”
tracking down former hydra agents – in america or otherwise – was dangerous. even more so when most of them didn’t want to be found. not that he could blame them at any-rate… their position was dangerous. more dangerous than before they were revealed to still be around from after the war. suffice to say, all ky wanted to do was gather what info he could, and then have a nice nap in his almost frozen hotel room. “maybe,” he couldn’t fully speak several languages, but he knew enough — well, enough to get him by for where he was at. “looking for someone.” he stayed in english as it was easier, but given the chance he would change languages if needed.
Hellfirebound 