His gaze steady, he stays silent. Hand held pensively above the
gun at his waist, he lifts his free hand to his throat, hand in a fist and
makes a switching motion.
✗ imitre
Her ground was held down tightly,
a squint to both eyes as her finger
grazed the trigger in anticipation.
”Who are you?”
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It's only a handful of months after the collapse of hydra
and the murder of his master captor that yevy starts the search for
pieces of others. Looking around at all other known bases to him
only to find nothing. His search takes him back to the beginning,
the finding of the Winter Soldier to be a bit more difficult than planned.
But he's here now and he's waiting for him.
His sources had told him this is where he'd be and this is where
Yevy has to wait and see. He's already scooped out the area
and he takes a seat. The bench is cold but he's used to the feeling
of it, of the numbness it bring to his bones. He keeps his eyes
trained forward, waiting.
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sxdere
the thoughts are his.
what goes through his mind,
it is him.
the acting on it-- all him.
conditioned, carefully, it all
had been fine and now, it
was all gone. what he knew
there was no one to go to now.
searching became priority.
carefully so, off the grid.
training gives the proper
stealth needed to search.
to find someone-- a sigh of
anyone.
boots are oddly quiet as the
step against the concrete ground.
head down and hood up. the male
attempts to seem small. to avoid
attention. going out in public is
not a smart move this soon,
a lead is a lead however.
information is collected quick.
information provided has lead
him here. concrete turns to mulch
and he finds purchase on a
wooden bench. a little wet but it
doesn't bother him. he hardly
notices, he is focused on who
it is he is looking for.
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