A fox in the base? Bucky watches it, eyes constantly rising and darting to his surroundings before back down to the animal. In a place like this, he wasn't willing to drop his guard or his weapon. But the fox was even more confusing. Where did it come from. How did it find its way in here?
Slowly, carefully and without sacrificing his balance if he had to make a dash for it, Bucky lowered himself to the ground, hands resting on the floor, one of them on top of his makeshift weapon.
"Hey, pal... What are you doing in this place? Did you wander in?"
Another quick glance around, muscles tense, ready to bolt.
"Did you come in from outside? Wonder if I can get you to show me the way back out, what do you think? Are you just as lost as I am?"
He kept his tone low and even, listening and waiting for other voices, the sounds of footfalls, anything. He was talking to a fox. Well. He had done worse. It wasn't that different from talking to himself.
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Slowly, carefully and without sacrificing his balance if he had to make a dash for it, Bucky lowered himself to the ground, hands resting on the floor, one of them on top of his makeshift weapon.
"Hey, pal... What are you doing in this place? Did you wander in?"
Another quick glance around, muscles tense, ready to bolt.
"Did you come in from outside? Wonder if I can get you to show me the way back out, what do you think? Are you just as lost as I am?"
He kept his tone low and even, listening and waiting for other voices, the sounds of footfalls, anything. He was talking to a fox. Well. He had done worse. It wasn't that different from talking to himself.