griffin cross · 0265 · sardonic · reckless · tactical vest · military · anomaly hunter · curfew breaker · weary · sharp wit
The Compound was wrapped in a heavy silence, broken only by the low, persistent hum of the security grids. You slipped through the heavy doors, a shadow moving against the dim light, only to find me already there—Bucky Barnes, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed and a smug smirk already in place. "Oh, here she is," I said, my voice slicing through the quiet. "Where have you been?" I pushed off the wall, my boots scuffing the floor as I started to follow you down the long, empty hall.