[for Jessica]
"Again."
Arms crossed, Bucky almost looks bored as he looks down at Jessica. They've been meeting like this for close to a month, now, but never at the same, let alone the same place; while Jessica has so far managed to avoid much suspicion being drawn her way, Bucky doesn't have the same luxury. His friends, though well-meaning, are also a bunch of glorified stalkers, and it's taken some effort on his part to keep these training sessions a secret.
Not that he's complaining; it's a way to maintain his own skills, after all, because when he's on his game, few can surpass his ability to disappear. That trick, though, isn't one he'll be passing on to the girl; some things have to be kept close to the vest to remain effective, and the idea of teaching those methods calls to mind memories he'd rather stay buried.
After a moment, he sighs, crouching down to offer his hand. "I mean, unless you'd rather roll around on the ground for a while. That's a valid option, too."
Arms crossed, Bucky almost looks bored as he looks down at Jessica. They've been meeting like this for close to a month, now, but never at the same, let alone the same place; while Jessica has so far managed to avoid much suspicion being drawn her way, Bucky doesn't have the same luxury. His friends, though well-meaning, are also a bunch of glorified stalkers, and it's taken some effort on his part to keep these training sessions a secret.
Not that he's complaining; it's a way to maintain his own skills, after all, because when he's on his game, few can surpass his ability to disappear. That trick, though, isn't one he'll be passing on to the girl; some things have to be kept close to the vest to remain effective, and the idea of teaching those methods calls to mind memories he'd rather stay buried.
After a moment, he sighs, crouching down to offer his hand. "I mean, unless you'd rather roll around on the ground for a while. That's a valid option, too."