Bucky's jaw rolled a little working to one side as he chewed on his cheek. He was more interested in getting out in the bush looking for clues—getting a scent. Working with people wasn't his strength. He was a tracker, and a fighter, and he was one hell of a guy to have at your back if you needed muscle, but he wasn't...
Whatever she was. A spy.
He wasn't someone who people wanted to open up to.
"If you're all right with it, I am," he said. He glanced her direction and away from the road, his eyes lingering over the line of her throat, the way her red hair curled against her neck, before flicking up to her face. How he remembers it, he wasn't the one who couldn't stand to be in the same room after their night together. "But if you want to do the whole cover story thing, you're going to have to take the lead. That's not what I'm trained for."
no subject
Whatever she was. A spy.
He wasn't someone who people wanted to open up to.
"If you're all right with it, I am," he said. He glanced her direction and away from the road, his eyes lingering over the line of her throat, the way her red hair curled against her neck, before flicking up to her face. How he remembers it, he wasn't the one who couldn't stand to be in the same room after their night together. "But if you want to do the whole cover story thing, you're going to have to take the lead. That's not what I'm trained for."