[ He hears the muffled pounding from fifty or so paces away, he figures. His hearing could normally go further, but say hello to some especially extenuating circumstances (pods wailing as they plummet towards the earth all around them on a wing and a prayer and a parachute, if they're lucky).
Then comes the tell-tale howl of an impatient man in an inconvenient bit of pain. ]
Hang on, [ he slaps his hand on the outer shell, ] I can help, but you've got to stop kicking first.
[ Bucky is a lot of things, but impatient's certainly one of them. That's the thing about the army he hates most, all the hurry up and waiting. Well, maybe that's what he hates second-most. He shouldn't be too hasty.
So, he stops with the inglorious pounding, though the sides of the pod keep ringing with the echo from his kicks, and from the other guy's one strong slap. You'd have to be strong to hit it that hard, some part of him thinks. Most of the rest of him is occupied with just keeping still. ]
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[ He hears the muffled pounding from fifty or so paces away, he figures. His hearing could normally go further, but say hello to some especially extenuating circumstances (pods wailing as they plummet towards the earth all around them on a wing and a prayer and a parachute, if they're lucky).
Then comes the tell-tale howl of an impatient man in an inconvenient bit of pain. ]
Hang on, [ he slaps his hand on the outer shell, ] I can help, but you've got to stop kicking first.
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So, he stops with the inglorious pounding, though the sides of the pod keep ringing with the echo from his kicks, and from the other guy's one strong slap. You'd have to be strong to hit it that hard, some part of him thinks. Most of the rest of him is occupied with just keeping still. ]
Alright. But hurry up. I don't got all day.
[ A joke. ]