['Trapped' is never an option for James Barnes. The storm is definitely here, pelting the world outside with a torrent of rain, but sitting around and waiting has never done Bucky much good. It reminds him of sitting in bombed out shelters in Europe, going over plans with the Invaders or Army officials, but even a decent-ish memory isn't enough to keep him in one place for long. He gets restless.
When someone else slips through the door and drops a bag, dripping puddles on the floor, Bucky quirks a brow where he's standing by the window, having been watching the water levels slowly rise outside. He tosses a towel at him without a word about his soggy state.]
Maybe I'll go check on the river again. [He can only imagine how awkward this might get, with the two of them stuck here.]
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When someone else slips through the door and drops a bag, dripping puddles on the floor, Bucky quirks a brow where he's standing by the window, having been watching the water levels slowly rise outside. He tosses a towel at him without a word about his soggy state.]
Maybe I'll go check on the river again. [He can only imagine how awkward this might get, with the two of them stuck here.]