( Frank is good at reading people. Unnervingly so, according to his old CO — a knack for reading body language, an uncanny way of seeing what makes a person tick. It becomes apparent to him very quickly that whoever this guy is, he isn't just Joe Jackass from off the street. Can't tell whether he's a scumbag or not, but it doesn't feel likely that this is as simple as knocking out an easy target to lift a wallet. Maybe he's wrong, but he doesn't think so. Feels like there's something else here, something deeper.
The guy starts to turn; the barrel of his gun drifts faintly downward. Not because he planned on lowering it to let the guy leave, no. Because he was getting ready to put a bullet through one of his knees instead. One chance, one we're not done here, I want answers, and then he'd blow the damn thing out. He doesn't bluff.
The recognition stills his finger on the trigger, puts a pause on those demands.
One hefty beat of silence and then, at length: )
Am I supposed to know who you are?
( Barton's here. The Scarlet Witch is here. Frank's trial was highly publicized and hotly debated for a number of weeks; it's not exactly a stretch that this guy might be from the same New York as three other people here. If that recognition's supposed to go two ways, he's drawing a blank — and really, kind of on the fence about whether or not he should actually give a shit. But they're in another dimension, and the population from his world is small. Might be worth knowing. Might be. )
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The guy starts to turn; the barrel of his gun drifts faintly downward. Not because he planned on lowering it to let the guy leave, no. Because he was getting ready to put a bullet through one of his knees instead. One chance, one we're not done here, I want answers, and then he'd blow the damn thing out. He doesn't bluff.
The recognition stills his finger on the trigger, puts a pause on those demands.
One hefty beat of silence and then, at length: )
Am I supposed to know who you are?
( Barton's here. The Scarlet Witch is here. Frank's trial was highly publicized and hotly debated for a number of weeks; it's not exactly a stretch that this guy might be from the same New York as three other people here. If that recognition's supposed to go two ways, he's drawing a blank — and really, kind of on the fence about whether or not he should actually give a shit. But they're in another dimension, and the population from his world is small. Might be worth knowing. Might be. )