[ Bucky doesn't like Russian, but he could get by even before spending the slim parts of four decades murdering for the KGB. He still dreams in the language, sometimes, the nights he can actually sleep. ]
Not that far, if you have the right transport. [ His Russian is a bit more formal than his English, a bit more carefully pronounced. But why is she talking about New York? He raises an eyebrow. There's no way she could know about— ]
Is this a psy-op? [ He switches to English, the language he thinks in, because now he's thinking. This is exactly how someone would try to screw with him. A few different scenarios run through his mind, before he finally puts together what this must be. ]
no subject
Not that far, if you have the right transport. [ His Russian is a bit more formal than his English, a bit more carefully pronounced. But why is she talking about New York? He raises an eyebrow. There's no way she could know about— ]
Is this a psy-op? [ He switches to English, the language he thinks in, because now he's thinking. This is exactly how someone would try to screw with him. A few different scenarios run through his mind, before he finally puts together what this must be. ]
Shit.