[ While Yuri didn't have any particular qualms about the housing, aside from the fact that for some reason they had assigned him an awful roommate. He was used to living in all sorts of places, out of suitcases and backpacks as he travelled around the world for competitions, but usually on his own. To know that he had to actually live with someone for an extended period of time was- less than ideal, to say the least. But still, beggars couldn't be choosers... and it was better than being a beggar.
Which wasn't the opinion some shared, apparently.
He wasn't inclined to go to high school, like he'd been told he ought to. He'd spat at the idea, and instead had found himself back in the gym, back on the ice. There were no olympics to train for here, no world competitions- and yet... He couldn't allow himself to slip. Wouldn't allow a lifelong devotion to his training and hard work go to waste.
So at one in the afternoon, when the apartment should have been empty, Yuri was just coming home.
The sound of the door unlocking would be audible to Bucky where he was snooping around their kitchen, Yuri opening it, toeing off his shoes as he came in. He didn't notice Bucky right away, but there wouldn't be a clean exit for the assassin now. There was no way he could pass through the living room, out the balcony again without being seen. And post workout, the first place Yuri was heading? The kitchen, for a tall glass of water, and a snack.
When Bucky came into view, Yuri froze. But only for half a heart beat. ]
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Which wasn't the opinion some shared, apparently.
He wasn't inclined to go to high school, like he'd been told he ought to. He'd spat at the idea, and instead had found himself back in the gym, back on the ice. There were no olympics to train for here, no world competitions- and yet... He couldn't allow himself to slip. Wouldn't allow a lifelong devotion to his training and hard work go to waste.
So at one in the afternoon, when the apartment should have been empty, Yuri was just coming home.
The sound of the door unlocking would be audible to Bucky where he was snooping around their kitchen, Yuri opening it, toeing off his shoes as he came in. He didn't notice Bucky right away, but there wouldn't be a clean exit for the assassin now. There was no way he could pass through the living room, out the balcony again without being seen. And post workout, the first place Yuri was heading? The kitchen, for a tall glass of water, and a snack.
When Bucky came into view, Yuri froze. But only for half a heart beat. ]
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN?!