Tony was distracted by his tricorder, but there was also that 'hyper-alert' thing that came along with stunning cases of PTSD. His back to the rock was on purpose, that way nobody could sneak up on him. He caught the movement of Bucky walking along the shore and glanced up. Froze.
Son of a bitch. He'd managed to forget (or at least pretending that he forgot) that Barnes was still on the ship. And now here, strolling around like he owned the place. Having a lovely little constitutional along a tropical beach, free as a bird. And walking right toward him. His heart-rate jumped, and he swallowed hard against the lump of fear and anger in his throat. Of course, he had his gauntlet on him, but he didn't trigger it. Not yet.
...God, that metal arm. Tony would be fascinated by it if he hadn't seen it crush Howard's skull like an egg.
He just watched Barnes approach, eyes on and not moving an inch.
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Son of a bitch. He'd managed to forget (or at least pretending that he forgot) that Barnes was still on the ship. And now here, strolling around like he owned the place. Having a lovely little constitutional along a tropical beach, free as a bird. And walking right toward him. His heart-rate jumped, and he swallowed hard against the lump of fear and anger in his throat. Of course, he had his gauntlet on him, but he didn't trigger it. Not yet.
...God, that metal arm. Tony would be fascinated by it if he hadn't seen it crush Howard's skull like an egg.
He just watched Barnes approach, eyes on and not moving an inch.