sergeant

{ he chuckled softly,    patting his friend on   his shoulder. Steve   smiled wide and sighed   softly. }

     " How the hell did---- " { But he is, and he wonders    how the hell he bulked up    like that---grew taller. }

[ Her grasp on the language is rudimentary at best, but she’ll give it her best effort. The English and American are Russia’s allies. She releases her gun but keeps her hand nearby. ]

{ he lowers his weapon now upon the    inquiry, sensing the mustered up    anger and ruthlessness in the girl's    voice recede, though not completely.    her grammar is not correct, though he     couldn't really judge her on that, for,    as said, he knew next to NOTHING     in her apparently native language. }        " ---American. "     { He offers a small grin at that before it diminishes in the sheer seriousness of this situation, and he hopes he didn't sound rude. }

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?

Sgt. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes

«Tell me your allegiance or I shoot.»

{ Though distinguishable, the language is     one that he is certainly not fluent in, only    knowing one or two words; ' Hello. ' and    ' Goodbye. ' }       " I don't speak Russian, Miss. ----? "       { And yet, he keeps his gun up. }

Pick on someone your own size!

SERGEANT 32557, BARNES.