[ It's for one of the others, he thinks automatically. Something made with thought and care, given away for no occasion. He cups it in his hands anyway, breathless for a moment.
This is his route. Anyone who watches him, who's met him out here working this path, would know. This is the one he's carved out for those nights he has to himself. He knows just who put it here.
He ducks his head around the smile, then tucks the bird carefully into his belt (the hard, reinforced compartment). He takes to the rooftop then starts to canvas the area, deliberately enough that he'll be spotted by anyone lurking. Bucky can't have gone far (if his hunch is right). ]
oh no
This is his route. Anyone who watches him, who's met him out here working this path, would know. This is the one he's carved out for those nights he has to himself. He knows just who put it here.
He ducks his head around the smile, then tucks the bird carefully into his belt (the hard, reinforced compartment). He takes to the rooftop then starts to canvas the area, deliberately enough that he'll be spotted by anyone lurking. Bucky can't have gone far (if his hunch is right). ]