Barry’s bouncing with every step, trying to contain his extra energy. His knee had been jumping the entire plane ride, in fact. And oh man, did Bucky walk fast. Barry’s normal pace wasn’t enough, but that was an easily solvable problem. Wait, should he be calling him Barnes instead? Was Bucky too informal. Hold on, they were on a mission. Did that mean he was the Winter Soldier here? Or was that a name that struck bad memories? At least Barry had been able to choose the Flash for the most part.
He hadn’t exactly been sure what he was talking about when Bucky had finally spoken. He had been in between breaths though, and the abrupt stop somehow made some spit go down the wrong pipe. Firmly pursing his lips together, Barry fought the urge to start coughing. Face starting to flush, he joined Bucky in his position, figuring that the man knew more than him on these sorts of things.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, voice slightly strained. He lightly cleared his throat, which only helped a little. A quick step and he flashed out of sight.
Split second passes where his mind seems to be comprehending the speed that the Speedster had just moved in. Even now, he’s yet to get used to such a thing. It’s almost incredible, really, and he can’t help the lingering curiosity that came with it. He wouldn’t ask, especially not in a time like this where they’re in the middle of a mission. A mission that he’s sure is a trap, from the enemy end. Shaking his head, he treads forward. Seeking higher ground, a place where he could get a better view of the whole area to see what’s going on. Knowing that even if he was incredibly fast, something could still go wrong.
Gaze narrows ever so slightly, taking in their surrounding. Nothing, yet. Not a damn sound, not a single movement. Place looked like a wasteland. Just when he thought so, he could see a couple vans beginning to breach the location. With a buzz, they’re granted access to the area, where they strategically spread out.
Lips purse, figuring that this was the cue for them to know whether or not something strange was going on here. If they had been rightfully sent, or if a mistake had been made. If they were right, they should be hauling a whole hell of a lot of weapons, they should have been importing things that would get them sentenced for life in prison. “Hey, kid.” Voice is low. So that he isn’t heard in case there’s someone near, and so that he doesn’t wind up spooking Barry by suddenly projecting his voice into his ear. “You think you can get in close? Find out what they’re bringin’ in?” A pause. “If you can’t, don’t risk it.”