[ bucky's gotten quite used to interrupting fights. normally, they involve steve, but it's not always a necessity; once he's started interfering, well, it became a habit of sorts, one might say.
so when the sound of a pissed off dame hits his ears, he looks up and begins to stride over to her rescue -- which, she doesn't seem to need. well, it's a refreshing change, and he's not going to say no to not bruising his knuckles again when they've only now regained their normal complexion.
but then, a crowd gathers, and that's never good. a man with his pride wounded in the privacy of an alley is one thing, a man humiliated in public, well, he's far too likely to call on his friends. oh well, steve likely would've gotten around to giving him an opportunity to color his knuckles shades of green and purple soon enough, anyway, he may as well come pre-prepared. he steps up to the pair. ]
Mind if I cut in, Miss?
[ he flashes her a smile, and hauls the oaf away by the collar of his shirt, and giving him a stiff kick to the back. he's giving him a chance here, beaten by a tall fella allows him to keep his pride. take it he urges in his mind, go. they all have problems enough without getting into a needless fight over actions that are indefensible. you've shamed yourself enough. he stares him down until he goes, and then turns back to the young woman who is entirely underdressed for the weather. he is, too, but a worn out old coat beats the hell out of no coat at all.
he should know. he's taking his own coat off now, and it's hardly any fun. still, he offers it to her. ]
You alright? Were you robbed? [ times are desperate, he knows, but gees! ]
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so when the sound of a pissed off dame hits his ears, he looks up and begins to stride over to her rescue -- which, she doesn't seem to need. well, it's a refreshing change, and he's not going to say no to not bruising his knuckles again when they've only now regained their normal complexion.
but then, a crowd gathers, and that's never good. a man with his pride wounded in the privacy of an alley is one thing, a man humiliated in public, well, he's far too likely to call on his friends. oh well, steve likely would've gotten around to giving him an opportunity to color his knuckles shades of green and purple soon enough, anyway, he may as well come pre-prepared. he steps up to the pair. ]
Mind if I cut in, Miss?
[ he flashes her a smile, and hauls the oaf away by the collar of his shirt, and giving him a stiff kick to the back. he's giving him a chance here, beaten by a tall fella allows him to keep his pride. take it he urges in his mind, go. they all have problems enough without getting into a needless fight over actions that are indefensible. you've shamed yourself enough. he stares him down until he goes, and then turns back to the young woman who is entirely underdressed for the weather. he is, too, but a worn out old coat beats the hell out of no coat at all.
he should know. he's taking his own coat off now, and it's hardly any fun. still, he offers it to her. ]
You alright? Were you robbed? [ times are desperate, he knows, but gees! ]