Bucky had been surprised when their 'superiors' had paired him with his roommate on a mission. It was at least good in the sense that he knew Dick at least a little after a few nights in the same room. Not on a personal level but Dick had helped him with the PDC and he had helped Dick out with parts. They had a rapport of sorts.
Working with Dick had proven actually almost familiar. Their mission required stealth and with it came a familiarity that reminded Bucky of the Howling Commandos.
He kept his own voice low after meeting Dick's report with a nod. There were some useful things in the kitchen that could function both as weapons and tools, and Bucky really wasn't one for backing down and letting their target scape during reconnaissance. Especially for superiors he neither knew nor trusted.
"So they said, but who knows if they would ever find him after we passed over his location. He could slip out at any moment. I think I would like to talk to him for myself and find out why they don't want us grabbing him first." Bucky, for all his training, was still far too much the bull-headed young man from Brooklyn to just take orders at face value. He wanted to know who their target was and what they were turning him in to before they handed him over to the people in charge.
"What do you say we do a little more investigating, first?" he asked, reaching for a pan off one of the kitchen shelves and removing it quietly. No one had really put up a fuss after his last investigation. As far as he knew, they wouldn't over this one, either.
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Working with Dick had proven actually almost familiar. Their mission required stealth and with it came a familiarity that reminded Bucky of the Howling Commandos.
He kept his own voice low after meeting Dick's report with a nod. There were some useful things in the kitchen that could function both as weapons and tools, and Bucky really wasn't one for backing down and letting their target scape during reconnaissance. Especially for superiors he neither knew nor trusted.
"So they said, but who knows if they would ever find him after we passed over his location. He could slip out at any moment. I think I would like to talk to him for myself and find out why they don't want us grabbing him first." Bucky, for all his training, was still far too much the bull-headed young man from Brooklyn to just take orders at face value. He wanted to know who their target was and what they were turning him in to before they handed him over to the people in charge.
"What do you say we do a little more investigating, first?" he asked, reaching for a pan off one of the kitchen shelves and removing it quietly. No one had really put up a fuss after his last investigation. As far as he knew, they wouldn't over this one, either.