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☼ - - she would like to say that her focus is almost impenetrable, at least when she puts her mind to it. seeing as she’s been in the library for the past four hours, her head buried in the INTRODUCTION TO MUSIC THEORY textbook, a yawn escaping her every once in a while. 

it was when the other spoke that had her surprised, looking up to face him. how long had he been sitting there? and how many times did he see her yawn that would initiate the comment? a soft smile, almost loving the smile that has her eyes in crescents before closing the book. she pulls her sleeve up, looking down at the time. 

“it’s 11, is this when you usually knock out?”

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It wasn’t often that the Soldier’s targets were in such… lively places. Lively, in the sense of eye-assaulting colourful lights and chiming sounds that were almost dizzying.

Welcome to Las Vegas.

He’d rather be in a warzone right now. 

Bucky scowled underneath his mask, wholly displeased at the entire scenario. He was sat on top of a motel, rifle perched carefully on the raised ledge, its barrel just peeking out over the edge, though the flashing lights from the casino across road and the shadows they cast made it near impossible to spot.

The man he was after was some executive from a company getting in another’s way. Bucky hadn’t really noted the details, all he needed to know was where the man was going to be – which had lead him to this particular casino. This exec, Mr. Cole, had a distinct fondness for gambling, and this casino had always catered to him.

Soon enough, the target would exit the casino, and that would be the last thing he’d ever do.

 Something caught Bucky’s eye, movement in the shadows on the building next to his.