[It's been a while since Sin and the hammers. Bucky went chasing his own redemption with Natasha, putting a stop to the other sleeper agents the KGB had left in play. It hadn't gone as planned, or even as he hoped it would. That was a few weeks ago, that it all came to head. Two weeks ago was the last time Bucky had seen Nick Fury. He doesn't know what the fuck is going on in SHIELD anymore, and he only has so much money and so many weapons stashed away in secret safe houses.
He drank his way through one safe-house's worth of cash before he decided, the next morning while nursing an incredible hangover, that it was time to find something to do with himself besides punch drunk assholes.
So that's why he's come to Bobbi Morse, dressed inconspicuously in his leather jacket, flannel shirt, jeans, old combat boots, and a ballcap pulled low over his eyes. He's got about three days worth of stubble on his face and looks rather not unlike a street person. When the assistant finally lets him in, he closes the door behind her after she leaves again, and turns to Bobbi, tilting the brim of his hat up a little more.]
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He drank his way through one safe-house's worth of cash before he decided, the next morning while nursing an incredible hangover, that it was time to find something to do with himself besides punch drunk assholes.
So that's why he's come to Bobbi Morse, dressed inconspicuously in his leather jacket, flannel shirt, jeans, old combat boots, and a ballcap pulled low over his eyes. He's got about three days worth of stubble on his face and looks rather not unlike a street person. When the assistant finally lets him in, he closes the door behind her after she leaves again, and turns to Bobbi, tilting the brim of his hat up a little more.]
So. Where's a guy supposed to take his resume?