He shrugs as Steve smirks at him; he doesn't know much about the other man but he's pretty sure he's not really a hunter. Hunting things, even game, means being at least somewhat comfortable with killing, and that's not an impression he has of Steve. Then again, he doesn't really know him that well. He can't even be sure if this is the Steve he'd met in the Drift Fleet or not.
He supposes that it probably doesn't matter, not really. The man he met in the Drift Fleet showed him that quite clearly: Steve Rogers wants the kind of personal relationship that he doesn't think he'd be able to have with anyone. Therefore, there's not much use for him other than as a soldier. At least in a situation like this, that could be an asset.
He nods to the question and moves to the side of their little clearing, concentrating on the animal noises. Judging from what he can hear the animals don't seem too big, though he knows that impression might not be overly accurate given that he really doesn't know much about where they are. He hesitates to even estimate the number of the creatures and if the need for game wasn't a reality, he'd likely try for observation more than attack. But they need to be able to eat, all of them that are apparently stranded here, and he's very conscious of his own caloric needs. Hunting needs to be the priority.
He looks at the rock with an incredulous expression. "You're kidding, right?" He'd managed to scavenge a length of wire from the ruined city; it's not the best garrote but it'll do. And, well, the Winter Soldier wasn't just trained to use weapons, he was trained to be a weapon. He's pretty sure that bare hands are all he'll need.
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He supposes that it probably doesn't matter, not really. The man he met in the Drift Fleet showed him that quite clearly: Steve Rogers wants the kind of personal relationship that he doesn't think he'd be able to have with anyone. Therefore, there's not much use for him other than as a soldier. At least in a situation like this, that could be an asset.
He nods to the question and moves to the side of their little clearing, concentrating on the animal noises. Judging from what he can hear the animals don't seem too big, though he knows that impression might not be overly accurate given that he really doesn't know much about where they are. He hesitates to even estimate the number of the creatures and if the need for game wasn't a reality, he'd likely try for observation more than attack. But they need to be able to eat, all of them that are apparently stranded here, and he's very conscious of his own caloric needs. Hunting needs to be the priority.
He looks at the rock with an incredulous expression. "You're kidding, right?" He'd managed to scavenge a length of wire from the ruined city; it's not the best garrote but it'll do. And, well, the Winter Soldier wasn't just trained to use weapons, he was trained to be a weapon. He's pretty sure that bare hands are all he'll need.