[ tagging @amcnds for a closed starter ]
he hears the commotion before he sees it. gunfire, followed by a loud crash, and he’s running before he has a chance to think otherwise. he might not be an active avenger, or on a shield mission, but he’s still who he is — he’s not the type to run away from a fight. even if he’s tired of fighting. he turns the corner only to see someone’s beaten him to it, a familiar uniform catching his eye as he watches them take down the assailants. they’re quick, efficient, and it’s like watching a reel of his own highlights; their fighting style and movements scream winter soldier. he makes his presence known once the last criminal’s been apprehended, whistling low under his breath as he approaches. it’s a bittersweet appreciation, knowing that the kid was hydra trained, but there’s no denying his skills. “ nice technique. ” he adds, smiling as he approaches. “ very familiar. ”
