13404/Hooked on a Feeling

Hooked on a Feeling
Date of Scene:	28 May 2021
Location:	5A 51st Floor, Four Freedoms Plaza
Synopsis:	Still buzzed, Bucky sets out to share in his good mood. Hydra has other ideas.
Cast of Characters:	Winter Soldier, Phantasm (Drago)
Tinyplot:	Digging Up The Past

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Winter Soldier has posed:
    It's not often that Bucky doesn't call before showing up. In fact, it's never happened that he didn't announce his impending arrival before hand. It's a little odd that he does so now at a time that most would consider 'the middle of the night'. But he does announce himself when he knocks, "Nick, it's Bucky!" ...and he doesn't sound frantic or stressed or worried; he sounds cheerful? Makes the situation even more odd doesn't it?
    When the door's opened, The Winter Soldier doesn't look very Soldier-y. He's wearing a pair of nice black dress pants, a white dress shirt and a pair of shiny black shoes. The shirt, however, is untucked and the top few buttons undone to reveal the white t-shirt underneath. His hair's been pulled back at the nape of his neck, but strands of it have come loose to hang around his face. ...and he's smiling. Wow. That's what he looks like when he REALLY smiles? He should do that more often, it makes his eyes sparkle and melts away about ten decades of shadow from them.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Despite it being the middle of the night, Nick is not in bed. Well, he was getting ready for it but... something has come up. Not exepcting the visitor, he glances to the door for a moment before responding, "One second."

It's more than a second.

Walking over to a pile of clothes he grabs the shirt he just recently discarded and tugs it back on before trodding over to the door.

There is the usual sound of the peephole cover sliding and the locks turning and thunking. The chain rattles and the door swings open showing the less specatcularly dress musician. A brow raises. "Well, you look a bit cheerier than usual." The tired looking man steps aside, allowing for the Soldier to come in.

The apartment, while intact, seems different from the last time. Minor details, things a bit off in positioning from the last time. A new folder is set on the kitchen table, next to an open bookbag that shows a sizable amount of wooden drumsticks and two escrima sticks peeking out.

The door closes behind Bucky with a turn of the bolt. "Sorry for the mess. BUT I do have beer if you want one."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "What mess?" Bucky asks as he makes his way inside. Definitely not typical Bucky. Or maybe it's just not typical 'Winter Soldier'? Normally he'd be all over the subtle differences, the items moved, no matter how subtle. "Yeah, Tony's birthday party was tonight," he explains, kind of. It doesn't really explain his chipperness. "Beer? Great!" Damned if he doesn't just make his way to the 'fridge to get one himself. He doesn't even notice the FOLDER. Normally that would be something he'd be zoned in on immediately.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick glances over to the Soldier for a moment, giving a bit of a smile before turning back to the table to collect the folder. "Wasn't sure if you wanted lager or stout so two options." Nick adds in, sliding the folder into the bookbag. "So, must have been a hell of a party. Good to see." The pull slides along the zipper making a slow zzzzzt sound as the musician takes care not to snag it on the ends of the Escrima sticks inside. "Guess you didn't get a chance to make use of the suit he got you though."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Pigeon pooped on the jacket during some library dedication thing..." Bucky offers in regards to the suit. So he did make use of it, just not tonight. He doesn't much pay attention to what he grabs, but it ends up being stout that he's twisting the top off of. He's walking fine and talking fine, but that smile just won't go away. He almost looks a little tipsy, buzzed not drunk. "Yeah, started out kinda lame. DJ wasn't playing anything but crap that sounds like noise in the beginning, but it got better when the music did." He's also talking fast, and a lot for him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick chuckles at the mention of what happened to jacket thing. "Oh. Geez. I hope that was on camera." With it closed, the bag is ignored as the musician watches James's mannerisms. Crossing his arms, he leans against the table seeming amused. "Well, glad to hear you had fun. I'm guessing the adrenaline's keeping you from sleeping?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky tips back the beer and downs about half the thing before lowering it again. "Probably not. I was on a rooftop with a high power rifle when the bird took a dump." Just matter of fact, as if being on a rooftop with a high power rifle in a suit is any day that ends in Y. The question gives him pause however. He rolls his shoulder in a slight shrug. "I dunno. I guess..." It's open ended like he has more to add, not like he's saying 'I guess' in the way a person does when sort of agreeing with something. But he leaves it hanging there and doesn't add the '...I didn't feel like being alone'.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If this was any other friendship, questions would have been asked at the high powered rifle comment but... Yeah Bucky's done that before. "Yeah, birds do tend to like rooftops." The part that does make Nick want to ask more questions is the response he's getting to the adrenaline comment. Expression faltering as he finally gets an answer. He studies the soldier for a moment. "Well. You're more than welcome to hang out here as long as you want. It's not as comfortable as the condo. But it'll do."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Not that he was tense or stressed, mostly he was just the opposite. But Bucky still seems to let out a tiny little sigh of relief, barely there... it might even be missed. He really didn't want to be alone. Not because he's depressed or anything of that nature. It's because, for the first time in a long time, he's feeling happy and almost normal. Who wants to be alone when they're happy? "We could watch a movie?" he suggests.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
At the suggestion, Nick glances further in to the apartment. While the basics came with the apartment, a TV does not appear to be one of them.  Seems most people are assumed to have one of those.

"Might have to head outside the apartment for that." Nick admits, giving an apologetic look. There's a pause before he turns, heading over to a bag. "Let me get changed first. Sure we can find a theater running late enough."

He pulls out a pair of dark jeans that matches the old tee he wears. As a thought comes to mind, he looks back to Bucky, "Did you eat enough at the party?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Oh! That's just another indication that maybe Bucky is a little out of it for whatever reason. He didn't even notice... no TV. "Um... no, we don't need to do that." Just a beat and he suggests, "We can just talk?" It's not something he's all that great at anymore but he's willing to give it a shot tonight.
    ...Is that Nick's phone ringing? At this hour? Really does no one think the man sleeps?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks over to Bucky as he backpedals away from the movie suggestion. "...Okay. If you'd rather do that. We can." He sets the pants back down into the bag.

The rather urgent tones of the Nokia are hard to ignore. The pitch of the initial note alone would draw attention. But to have it repeat a few times makes the musician glance over to the device that is charging. It's a default ringtone. "One second...Probably a wrong number." He murmurs, walking across the room to pick it up, hitting the green phone icon to answer. He brings the device up to his ear. "...Hello?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Popular guy," Bucky jokes. He polishes off his beer and snags another before finding himself a comfy chair in the living room to plop down into.
    One the other end of the phone, a pleasant enough voice asks, "Are you with Agent Barnes right now? We really need to speak to him, it's urgent and he isn't picking up his own phone." It kind of makes sense really, in a way, if you don't think too hard about it. SHIELD is pretty far reaching, they have a vested interest in The Winter Soldier and they're still keeping tabs on him in the name of 'National Security'. "...if he's with you, could you please put the phone on speaker?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The joke is on Bucky. The only comfy chair in the living/bedroom area of the studio apartment is the bed, possibly the desk chair. Likely not the folding chairs near the kitchen table. There's little in terms of frills here.

As for the person's request on the phone, Well, yes it does make some sense. This is perhaps why the phone does not get hung up immediately. But still. Putting a phone on speaker without warning those involved of what's going on ahead of time is rude.

"Can you hold?" Nick responds back. Not even waiting for response, he covers up the mouthpiece. "Agent Barnes..." He replies, looking over to Bucky and nodding to his phone, to indicate where the change in name comes from, "It seems you didn't answer your phone, so they called mine and now someone wants me to put them on speaker to talk to you."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    It's that Asgardian Ale, man! Bucky doesn't think a thing of it. In fact, he rationalizes it quite well. "Probably one of the folks I have looking into some of the people related to the shit you have going on. Might have found something important." Gods, but that's lame. "Go ahead." He settles down on the edge of the bed to listen. He doesn't even THINK to check his own phone for missed calls!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With the acceptance from Bucky pluss offered explanation to why someone would be calling Nick's phone. There's little reason to question it. Nick gives a shrug, bringing the phone up once more. "Ok this is going to take a bit...old phone."

Lowering the phone, he starts tabbing through the indicator buttons, likely subjecting the person on the other side with a bunch of beeps and boops. But eventually the loudspeaker option is enabled.

"Okay." Nick replies, "I think you're on speaker now."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    That nice, polite voice takes on a darker edge, almost sinister. Not to mention that they're now speaking Russian. "Longing," There's only a brief pause between each word, as if they're trying to get through them all as quickly as possible. "...rusted ... furnace ... daybreak..."
    Every bit of color drains from Bucky's face. His eyes widen. He's suddenly shaking. "Hang it up," it starts as barely a whisper before he manages to shove himself to his feet. He may not ever remember the words when it's over, and he likely won't remember the ones that have been said thus far even if Nick listens and hangs up before it's finished. But he knows what's happening in the moment. He can *feel* it, the loss of control growing with each spoken word. "HANG IT UP!" Now he's heading toward Nick.
    "Seventeen...
    "HANGITUPHANGITUP!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks to the phone curiously as the random words start to come out. Is this code? Well, that could explain why they were ok with having Nick listen in on this. But the voice is different.

Then Bucky muttered something. The musician turns his head, looking over to see Bucky start to get up. The request the second time around is heard. Causing for an understanding.

Something is definitely wrong here.

Eyes glancing down, he looks down to the phone and reaches over to the red phone button, pressing it as Bucky's desperate cry reaches his ears. A glance up gives Nick an idea to proximity as he ends up stepping back, smacking into the wall in an attempt to avoid the impending collision. Hung up, the phone drops to the floor.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky stops his forward momentum as soon as the phone call is cut off and that voice stops. He's still shaking, maybe finding it a little hard to breathe now. The Winter Soldier actually looks as if he might be having a... panic attack? But it only lasts a moment, just one blip in time before he finally sucks in a deep breath and announces, "I have to go..." He's breathing, but he's still shaking, pale, wide eyed and sweating. He looks like a trapped rabbit.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick leaves the phone upon the floor, looking dead on to the expression of the friend's face as it switches through different settings. The forward momentum had ceased and judging from the reaction, whatever was going on had stopped. The silence between the two lingers before the soldier's statement is made.

Blinking to the new sound, The musician gathers himself once more to take note of the friend's face and overall palor. "No." Nick responds, shaking his head. "No you don't."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "It's not safe, you're not safe," Bucky's voice is rough with an emotion somewhere between terror and anger. He nods as if reaffirming his own words when he repeats, "I have to go." Already the words spoken over the phone are gone from his memory, but that feeling still lingers, that dread brought on by what he knew was about to happen. "They know I'm here... You're not safe." He even starts for the door.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With Bucky vacating the spot before him to head towards the door. Nick snaps out of his momentary stupor. "Oi!" Channeling the spirit of the women who raised him, the smaller man turns, reaching over to grab at Bucky's arm. Does he expect to stop the guy? Nope. But it sure as hell doesn't mean he can't try.

Trying to hedge his bets, his feet starts moving, swinging himself around in orbit to the larger man to position himself between the soldier and the door. "You of all people should know that 'safe' is not a term used to describe my life right now. Hits, shootouts, stalkers, vampires, brood, time jumping sorcerors, What's one more to the goddamn pile?!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    It takes every ounce of self-control Bucky has to not shove Nick away with enough force that it might cause actual harm. ...but he does shove Nick away. "You know who I am... Do you know who I am?!" His voice raises, but it's not panic stricken, it's angry, fierce, determined. "Do you have any idea what nearly happened here?!" ... A deep breath to try and calm himself. It works, mostly, at least he's not yelling when he repeats, firmly, "I. Have. To. Go."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With the shove, Nick does end up stumbling back. Feet shuffling, his backside smacks the table. The expression darkens. "In detail? No. But considering it all started with that phone call I'm going out on a limb and saying they were not who they said they were over the phone but you damn well know who they are."

He doesn't move from his position blocking the door. "...Stay a bit longer. At least until I know you've calmed down. Maybe explain what I'm apparently supposed to know already."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "If they had finished what they were trying to do? You would be dead. ... or I would be." Bucky has no doubt in his mind that it would be one or the other, because he wouldn't have stopped until Nick was dead or until Nick killed him if the order was given. "I can't help you anymore. I can't be around you anymore." Now he's starting to sound a little less angry and a little more desperate. "They just made it perfectly clear that you're in danger if..." Just a beat, his voice lower, softer, almost gentle even. "Just get out of my way, please?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick stays still, considering the statement. "Why would they c-" He pauses, thinking back to the time Bucky brought Steve over. The theories they spun. "...This was because of you looking into the condo incident?"

He pauses, "...What were the words they were saying? The Rassheavy thing?" Yes. It is apparent from the partial sounding out of one of the words he heard that Nick does not know Russian.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Maybe he'll forget about the desperate need to leave if Nick keeps him talking, but it's still in the forefront of his brain right now. "I don't have time for this... I need to go." Please, his tone is almost pleading now. He really doesn't want to have to MOVE his friend out of the way. "I don't remember the words, I never remember them. I only know what they do if they finish saying them. It's not the condo, it's me. They want their asset back..." He takes a step closer, probably all up in Nick's personal bubble. "Please move."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick takes a deep breath as Bucky gets closer. Steeling himself in position a bit longer. The head tilts up a bit futher, remaining in place, "So... is it mental or magical what they did? What do you remember?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Mental..." At least he thinks. It seems the longer Bucky stands there without HYDRA breaking down the door, the less absolute immediate the threat becomes. "I ... I remember everything they made me do." His brow furrows. He takes one small step back, giving Nick a little more space. "Mental," he says with more certainty. "...for the past seventy plus years, I've been their..." One more step back and he looks away from Nick. "I should never have..." BuckyZoned Nick. "...people that get close to me aren't safe."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick grows quiet, listening to the patches of description being afforded him. 70 years is a long time for anything. Especially when you have no say in it. That's got to be a living -

There's a slight twitch to his features. "Has this affected your sleep any?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Every night." Bucky takes another step back. The wind is out of his sails it seems. At least he's not pressing the leaving issue anymore. "I see their faces Every Single Night." He runs a hand back through his hair, pulling more of it from the tie at the nape of his neck and then rubs the same hand down over his face. "

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Hmm." Nick watches the movements as Bucky retreats further back into the depths of the apartment. The musician stands his ground. "It'd probably be easier on you if someone else could see their faces with you, wouldn't it? Not face it alone."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "I don't want anyone to see it." Bucky's voice is barely a whisper. His head hangs down, those loose strands of hair covering his face. "I've done..." He shakes his head. It's obviously a struggle for him to continue. "What do you know of the Winter Soldier?" He's still not sure if Nick even has a clue what he's dealing with.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's head tilts, "My career experience is primarily music, acting, and retail. That should give you a general understanding of how much I know of 'the Winter Soldier'." He pauses, "But I am aware of what its like to lose control of a situation and being left with regrets afterwards. And the fatigue that comes with constant nightmares."

He gestures over towards the desk chair and bed, indicating the requst for Bucky to sit down. "It's not something I'd wish on others. I also know how much it helps to talk things out."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    He does take another few steps away from the door, but it doesn't seem Bucky's ready to sit down yet. Probably because he's more prone to pacing the small space at the moment. His arms are at his sides, his right hand in a constant state of motion; each finger touching his thumb, one at a time, rhythmic, repeated. "They only brought me out for missions," he begins. His voice, at this point, is oddly flat. He's distancing himself, compartmentalizing the emotions that go with the story. "...Wake me up, give me orders, back to sleep. There was nothing but the mission, completing the mission and the mission almost always ended when someone was dead."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's eyes follow the pacing soldier back and forth. The offer to sit may not have been accepted but at the very least he wasn't trying to cut through to get to the door. He allows Bucky the roaming space, remaining at the point one would have to pass to get to the door.

A glance given to the fingertips touching. A calming mechanism perhaps. "That is a shit thing for them to do to you." Nick comments, giving a frown, "And even then when you were sleeping, it was nightmares?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky shakes his head. "No, then there was only nothing. Sometimes months, maybe even a year would pass with nothing." He pauses his pacing but those finger motions continue. "The nightmares didn't start until I got away. But I didn't, not really. They can still..." He turns to face Nick now, brow all furrowed and intense, his expression an odd mix of remorse and anger. "Tonight, I think you almost became my next mission."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The line of Nick's lips flatten, eyes closing for a second as he gives a slight nod. Eyes open once again, looking over to the friend experiencing jutifiably mixed emotions. The fingers on the right hand ball together, nails digging into the palm.

"If this wasn't about the condo thing, then there wouldn't have been any re-" He pauses. Is it possible they know more about him than what he normally shares?"

"I think if that was their intent, they were mistaken. Maybe more than they realize."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "I don't know. I don't think there has to be more of a reason than teaching me a lesson," Bucky's voice reflects his expression; it's soft and rough, a little halting. "They still think of me as nothing more than their property. Their assassin. This isn't the first time I've managed to get away, but I've never really been free. They always catch up to me eventually." The hand stops moving, so that's something.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"The left hand follows suit with the right as the eyes close again. They linger shut a few moments before they open once more. "...They made a lot of mistakes tonight then." Nick looks over towards the older friend. "One. You're not Their assassin. You're Bucky. Fuck what they think. Two. Whatever the hell that mission was, it didn't take. And Three. I now think I can help you. Something I couldn't have done if I was still kept in the dark about the problem. Which they so HELPFULLY brought to the light."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "It only failed because you hung up the phone in time," Bucky points out. He FINALLY settles into the office chair. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, head resting in his hands. "How can you help me, Nick? A lot of people have tried to get rid of their... programming." He all but whispers that last word, he hates that word... programming. "...and they've all failed. Do you know Henry McCoy? He's agreed to try to help again. But I don't know. I feel like I'm just putting everyone I'm close to in danger."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With Bucky starting to settle down, Nick gives a small glimpse of a smile. He'll take that victory for now. "I can't speak for the programming." He admits, "But as far as the nightmares are concerned. For a short term solution, I think I have something that can give you a break from them for a couple nights. Which... I'd recommend you allowing me to do if you're getting nightmares every night."

He grabs the folding chair he was near, lifting it and carrying it into the larger portion of the studio, setting it down so it's in the larger area of the studio but not too close to the guest. "I do not want to make promises I can't guaranteee but there might be room to work towards a long term solution later. But you need your rest first."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "How would you do that?" Bucky asks, a little apprehensively. It's not that he doesn't trust Nick, it's more that anything that might include messing around in his head or drugs that alter his mind puts him on edge a little. A beat and he adds, "I don't think we should stay here though. Not all night, not with them knowing I'm here."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I'm not sure how I can explain it." Nick admits. "There's a song I wrote that I never really released because-" He pauses, shaking his hed, "I guess, the best way to describe it would be magic." He gives a slight glance aside, trying to think of a better way to describe it, "It stops nightmares. Temporarily. Effects wear off after a couple days. Usually. I can't do it all the time and its not a cure all but I think when it comes to you, it can't hurt to try it."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky is no stranger to magic. Wanda's squarely in the BuckyZone after all, but still... he hesitates. He raises his head from his hands finally and looks at Nick directly when he asks, "Will you have to see what I'm dreaming to make it happen?" The thought of Nick seeing his secrets beyond what's been revealed tonight already is definitely frightening for him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick shakes his head. "Not for that the short term solution that I'm suggesting you do at the moment." He looks to Bucky, blue eyes meeting blue. "But the possible long term solution I mention would involve me stepping into your dreams to interact, possibly trigger lucid dreaming...so if we did do that approach I would see. Or whoever else you wanted me to bring in. I'm not asking to do that one yet."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Okay then, yeah, I guess so," Bucky relents, reluctantly. If he didn't trust Nick, there'd be hell to the no way that he'd ever agree to something like this. Just a beat though and he asks, "Nobody has to bleed or anything to make this happen, right?" Because he's heard that magic sometimes works like that.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Until the breath was let out, Nick didn't know he was holding it. Perhaps he thought there was no way he'd get Bucky to agree to this. He shakes his head, giving a chuckle "There's no blood involved. If there was I'd never have realized it was a spell. Well, unless I had cut myself shaving while going through the lyircs or something."

There's a bit of a slight smile at the thought of such a scene playing out, the ridiculousness adding to the humor. Be clears hs throat, regaining his composure. "Sometimes there is a cost to the caster. But nothing that extreme."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Everything turns on a dime right there. Bucky shakes his head vehemently. Nick... should have expected this reaction. Maybe he even did. The (former)Winter Soldier gets to his feet. "No, I'm not going to let you put yourself at any sort of risk over this. I won't. It's not worth that." Nope, no way... nuh-uh, not happening.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"It's not a risk!" Nick snaps, shifting back a bit as he glances down lifting up the left hand with the pointer finger held to the air. "If I were to do it day in and day out that'd be one thing. But I'm not planning on doing that."

He takes a deep breath, lifting up the scarred right arm to bring the hands levelly. "Another example...Think of it as if you were given a set amount of money each day to pay for necessities. You can't roll it over to the next day. It's just that amount each day. Now one day, you're not really needing anything but you come across someone who is. So you give them what they need. It's more like that. Basic budgeting."

And who better to manage a budget than a che- err frugal guy like Nick?

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky actually jumps just a little bit when Nick raises his voice. He holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay... but I swear if you hurt yourself doing this, I'll break your neck." Counter productive that, but he gave in way too easy. He must really be desperate for sleep.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Bucky accepts the help, Nick blinks and eyes Bucky for a few moments, making sure he doesn't change his mind again. When nothing else is added, he lowers his hands. "Well alright then."

Right. Going to another location. "Okay then." He shifts into the kitchen to open up a cabinet, "The other location... How long do I need to accommodate for?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Few days at least," Bucky replies. "Fuck, I don't know. It depends really." His buzz is gone, he's emotionally spent. He's not in the best decision making state of mind right now. "Just pack for a week. I have a place outside the city that no one else knows about..." Not even Steve.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
After considering the time period stated, Nick gives a nod and reaches up to grab a narrow, blue-capped, orange bottle. Moving to the fridge, glancing in he reaches over to move two lagers over to the gaps formed in the stout six pack before tugging it out, setting it onto the kitchen table next to the bookbag.

He walks over to the dresser where several bags are stacked on top. "Normal exit or more discreet?" He asks, moving one bag to toss upon the bed while he unzips another to look inside it.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Normal to start. Pack light. I can pick up what you need," Bucky suggests as he pushes himself to his feet. He rolls his shoulders and shakes out his arms as if trying to shake the fog from his brain. "If we pick up a tail, I'll lose'm on the bike." Bike? Lose them? That... could be exciting, terrifying, both?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Hmm." Hearing the mention of a bike, Nick looks to the bag he had been perusing and sighs. He goes back to the kitchen, grabs the bookbag and brings it over to the bed. The folder and wrapped sticks are taken out gently before he flips the bag out to unceremonously dump out WAY more drumsticks than a normal drummer would need in a gig.

CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK-

The bag is flipped back over. Folder and wrapped sticks placed back in. The orange bottle gets tossed in and Nick turns to the other bag to retrieve... a decent amount of clothes. The bag gets zipped up as a glance is given to the phone on the floor.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Leave it. I'll get you a burner." They may be able to track that one, right? Bucky is starting to step back into the role of decisive, level headed Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. "We can let the people you trust know where you are when we get there. Got everything?" He starts for the door without waiting on an answer.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Thought addressed before it had to be spoken, Nick glances away from the phone, looking to the agent heading to the door. Arms move quick, sliding the straps on as he follows after.

He pauses at the kitchen table and grabs the 6 pack. Putting it back in the fridge.

Oh well. "Rea-" He pauses as a realization sits in. "Fuck. One minute."

He turns. The Bookbag is tossed off and he storms over to the assortment of discarded clothes and picks up from the top of the stack. Using the blind spot the bathroom wall provides, he just quickly switches out from his sleep pants to jeans right there before turning around to step into some DAMN SHOES.

He steps around the wall, picks up the bag again and slides it back on. "NOW ready."

What do you expect after a visit like this?