[He'd been set on ignoring the event for the most part, still attempting to get his footing here, but when he finds out there's a guy going around killing people if they aren't participating, he has to get a better look. Bucky doesn't set a trap, or actively stop playing his part, but he pauses at every corner, looking for the Summerween Trickster.
For the most part, he looks like he's casually taking a breather from all that candy-gathering, but anyone that has any experience will know that he's gathering intel.]
Lean up against the other wall. Pretend like you're out of breath.
[He's not completely sure, but the trickster might be around that corner.]
Knock Knock
[Who's there? Bucky Barnes in a sexy cop's uniform and he doesn't seem too bothered by it. The closets wouldn't give him anything else, but considering the option of trick-or-treat or die, he knows which one he'd pick. The holiday had just picked up back in his day, and any time he'd been around recently, this had been the last thing on his mind.
If he's a little bit thrilled at the idea of doing something he'd never been able to do before, it's hard to tell, but he is. He'd asked the closets for a replacement prosthetic as well, and from a distance it looks almost like a real arm except that he can't move it. Not a bit. It would hang loosely at his side if he didn't tie his pillow case to the end and prop it up against his chest.
He heads out with Steve first, separating a few hours in to knock on doors alone. If anyone approaches him now, he'll push aside any typical wariness because it's safer for them to travel together rather than solo.]
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[He'd been set on ignoring the event for the most part, still attempting to get his footing here, but when he finds out there's a guy going around killing people if they aren't participating, he has to get a better look. Bucky doesn't set a trap, or actively stop playing his part, but he pauses at every corner, looking for the Summerween Trickster.
For the most part, he looks like he's casually taking a breather from all that candy-gathering, but anyone that has any experience will know that he's gathering intel.]
Lean up against the other wall. Pretend like you're out of breath.
[He's not completely sure, but the trickster might be around that corner.]
Knock Knock
[Who's there? Bucky Barnes in a sexy cop's uniform and he doesn't seem too bothered by it. The closets wouldn't give him anything else, but considering the option of trick-or-treat or die, he knows which one he'd pick. The holiday had just picked up back in his day, and any time he'd been around recently, this had been the last thing on his mind.
If he's a little bit thrilled at the idea of doing something he'd never been able to do before, it's hard to tell, but he is. He'd asked the closets for a replacement prosthetic as well, and from a distance it looks almost like a real arm except that he can't move it. Not a bit. It would hang loosely at his side if he didn't tie his pillow case to the end and prop it up against his chest.
He heads out with Steve first, separating a few hours in to knock on doors alone. If anyone approaches him now, he'll push aside any typical wariness because it's safer for them to travel together rather than solo.]