as said by lucanis. | @snkts
in terms of the grasping of advancing technology, barnes has logan beat by a hair. they're both insurmountable forces, weaponized tools, old men, but bucky's lack of lucidity came alongside rigorous teaching--he remembers the perplexing feeling of electric information beneath his finger tips, explanation beamed into his eardrums via communication device, bypass this security system within three minutes, soldat.
of course--he was lost on some things. took him a while to figure out how he was going to pull up the interface on his civillian cell phone with his fingertips burned clean of their identifying prints, until someone told him a good old fashioned passcode still did the trick. there were apps for everything, now. apps for walking your dog. apps for tracking periods. apps for dating.
' you ever go on them things? ' bucky inquires, a plate in his metal palm opening like the bulwark of heavy factory doors. wires interface into one of two withstanding USB ports, extracting encrypted data to be processed at a later date. what? logan gruffs at him, listening carefully for movement to erupt behind them. he had the better ear, of course--bucky would never deny that, not with the extent of his advanced senses. ' those.. dating apps. bumble, or.. tinder, or.. grindr, i guess. '
he hears logan derisively snort, but doesn't press, and logan doesn't swing a jab back into him. maybe he'd derived some information out of bucky that he hadn't known before, or maybe he was being kind enough to spare his feelings (bucky would have to mark it down in his calendar as a first).
couple times, logan admits. bucky appreciates the honesty, but he's--as he always is, stalwart and silent about it--gutted. what is he doing, talking about dating with the man whose wife he murdered? it leaves a sour taste in his mouth, even though logan can't see his face, or read his body language when he's turned the other way. bucky, likewise, doesn't see him bristle. finish that up fast, he urges, we have company.
bucky doesn't say a word when he retrieves his pistol with his other hand. the ceiling crashes in, men rapelling down to greet them. barnes fires a blind round, and it pierces the eye of one man, rips through his skull, and lodges in the throat of the other directly behind him. ' need a minute, logan. can't rush file transference. get me a good minute and i'll get you some alien whisky. this princess is all sweet on me, and it's got some perks. '
