09.01 - telepathtic broadcast

[lefthandfree]

[Well, Bucky’s reached his limit. As if the calm in T’Challa’s palace wasn’t already nerve-wracking enough, he’s now on a veritable life-long vacation by comparison, and there’s no training facility in the damn base. Shadow boxing only gets you so far. He doesn’t like drawing publicity, but he’s running out of options, and he knows better than to ask the obvious suspects, especially since variety is good and bolsters adaptation on the fly.]

«Don’t suppose there are any fighters around?»

«Name's Barnes. James Barnes. I’m looking for consistent sparring partners. One hour sessions minimum. No weapons, just straight hand-to-hand and close quarters. Willing to taper strikes and throws as needed, but it’s straight sparring and not a lesson.»

«If you're interested, let me know.»

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[lefthandfree]

[He smiles dryly. At least the kid’s picked up on the facts since. That'll make things easier.]

«It wasn’t. Not that I blame anyone for assuming.» [Hell, even Steve had assumed. It’s an easy mistake when you’re already one of the world’s most wanted assassins.] «Mistakes happen. And when they do, we face them and move on.»

[At least, that's what he's trying to do. It’s the easiest way to live with everything he’s done, even if it’s not actually easy at all.]

[trainees]

You know what they say about assuming things. You make an ass out of "u" and me?

[ he can make shitty puns too. ]

[lefthandfree]

[Not bad. Not great, but not bad. He shares some mild amusement over the link.]

«Can’t say it’s wrong here, but... Well, things are complicated too.» [And likely not worth mentioning to Peter in full detail.] «I don’t think Tony is going to be chatting with me for a while. Ours, I mean. Not the one here.»

[Yep, just going to leave it as a fugitive type deal. Not. Not explaining the other thing.]