Bucky shook hands without hesitation, but he gave Len the same curious once-over he'd given James. "Pleasure. We'll have plenty of time to get acquainted on the way back, so why don't we head out?"
"Good plan. Commandos, let's head out." Steve made a sweeping hand gesture and pointed toward the camp, and the rest of the Commandos slung their weapons away and started moving in the indicated direction.
Again James felt a pang. He remembered the old hand codes, found them rushing back to him the same way the identification call had. He was drowning in memories, sort of like what had happened when Steve first triggered his true personality, but magnified a hundred times over.
He was grateful to have the memories back; he was going to fill whole books with new information after this trip. At the same time, he wished he could just get a moment to breathe among the onslaught.
Stein drifted closer to Bucky, eyes shining with excitement. He was doing the same thing Barry and Cisco had done to 'the Winter Soldier' when they'd first realized who he was - Lisa had called it 'fanboying'. Hopefully he didn't give them away by asking too many pointed questions about things he shouldn't have known.
Falling in beside Snart, Bucky eyed the motley group, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The two women, well, he'd gotten a pretty thorough lesson from Peggy about underestimating what a woman could do in the field. The black kid didn't bug him, not after working with Gabe for so long. But the old guy? He had to be sixty if he was a day, what the hell was he doing in the field?
And then there was the guy in the mask, his whole face obscured and his vice somehow distorted. It gave Bucky the weirdest feeling just to be near him. He was creepy, that was for sure. Turning his attention back to Len, he tried to ignore the masked guy stalking along at his back. "So, what can you tell me? Since I'm guessing you're gonna refuse to answer half my questions."
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Date: 2016-06-05 05:31 pm (UTC)"Good plan. Commandos, let's head out." Steve made a sweeping hand gesture and pointed toward the camp, and the rest of the Commandos slung their weapons away and started moving in the indicated direction.
Again James felt a pang. He remembered the old hand codes, found them rushing back to him the same way the identification call had. He was drowning in memories, sort of like what had happened when Steve first triggered his true personality, but magnified a hundred times over.
He was grateful to have the memories back; he was going to fill whole books with new information after this trip. At the same time, he wished he could just get a moment to breathe among the onslaught.
Stein drifted closer to Bucky, eyes shining with excitement. He was doing the same thing Barry and Cisco had done to 'the Winter Soldier' when they'd first realized who he was - Lisa had called it 'fanboying'. Hopefully he didn't give them away by asking too many pointed questions about things he shouldn't have known.
Falling in beside Snart, Bucky eyed the motley group, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The two women, well, he'd gotten a pretty thorough lesson from Peggy about underestimating what a woman could do in the field. The black kid didn't bug him, not after working with Gabe for so long. But the old guy? He had to be sixty if he was a day, what the hell was he doing in the field?
And then there was the guy in the mask, his whole face obscured and his vice somehow distorted. It gave Bucky the weirdest feeling just to be near him. He was creepy, that was for sure. Turning his attention back to Len, he tried to ignore the masked guy stalking along at his back. "So, what can you tell me? Since I'm guessing you're gonna refuse to answer half my questions."