Avengers - Lost Souls 2.0

The moon was the only source of light in the clear May sky, and the leaves and grass were still wet from the rain earlier in the day. The man in all black was sitting on a log, arms crossed as he and his Companion looked down the hill at the base in the valley. She was fiddling with the contraption she'd built from parts and pieces from a junkyard and he arched a brow at her, "Do we need to move again? I thought you had a signal."

“I did.” She huffed out a sigh as she stared at her invention as she fiddled with the dial, being careful not to get overly impatient and ruin her device or even getting on to a radio frequency that didn’t work. “I thought I did.” Her teeth raked at her bottom lip, green eyes flicking to the base and into the contraption in her hands. “Oh!” She turned the dial when she heard the crackling of a radio and a Russian voice, “Poor little ants, thinking that they knew how to fool me with a false jam.” She grinned. “But why are they worried? It’s not like they know we’re up here.”

"Oruzheynik skazal idti tuda!" Gunslinger said to go over there! came a female hiss on the radio. Bucky stiffened at the voice, paying more attention to the contraption.

"YA na nem uzhe!" I am on it already! was the response, this voice a bit higher but also whispered. Her Russian was obviously a second language as it didn't flow as well as the first.

“Oh, demon language.” J.J pouted. “They don’t sound like the enemy. Are they?” She looked up at Bucky.

"No...That sounded like Black Widow, the first one. Oruzheynik is Russian for Gunslinger, which is a Code Name for someone I do not recognize. The second female I don't know, either," Bucky explained to her, his voice deepening and reverberating as he said the Russian word, sounding just as fluid as he spoke English, "The Avengers are here. See if you can tune in on anybody else, we should get closer. A fight's going to happen. I wonder if they're here for the intelligence you heard about? This wasn't a waste of our time after all."

J.J tossed her black hair from her shoulder, only to have it land back again since it wasn’t long enough to stay in place. She started fiddling more with the dials as she stood up and started walking with Bucky, trying to find another voice or something that had to do with Avengers. It was starting to become that someone had blocked, jammed the radio signals from the base, but were using their own frequencies for communications. This time she caught a male voice and she paused, wondering if she either caught the next Avenger, or if she managed to get a local radio station (again).

“-xie in position.”

"Pixie?" Bucky snorted, "That's Captain's voice." He discerned.

"Good. Are ya'll ready to start goin' in for teh kill?" Gunslinger asked, his Southern Accent thick.

"Well, now we know why he has that nickname," Bucky grunted as he slid down a steeper path, looking up to make sure his Companion would be alright.

J.J froze, holding the box carefully in her hands, staring down at it like it just gave her an answer that she never heard before. That voice….more like that accent. She closed her her eyes and breathed deeply before she looked over at Bucky. “If we’re going closer and going in, I’m turning this off before we get caught.” She said as she started going down the steeper hill, tripping over a rock, but holding onto her contraption and her balance the best she could so she wouldn’t fall.

Bucky steadied her once she was by his side again, his metal hand on her shoulder, "We can always retrieve it later, put it in your backpack and put it somewhere out here where it won't be found. You'll need to be light on your feet with these guys around."

J.J nodded and she shrugged off her backpack and placed her thing inside the bag, after turning it off. She looked around the area, trying to think of a place to hide it. She scampered off, careful not to cause too much attention, but zigzagging in her run in case a rain of bullets came her way. She found a hill, and she placed it down. She opened the bag again and took out a bowie knife and a tactical pen as well as a small canister of mace. Once she deemed herself geared for the attack she zipped up her bag and patted it twice, like she was saying farewell. It was a nice bag. Light, never once caused her any anguish. She bunny-ran all the way back to Bucky, skidding to a halt before she could fall.

“So don’t attack the humans right?” She asked. “Just the monsters? I’ll follow your lead like always Solider. You’re safe with me.”

"As you're safe with me," Bucky smiled fondly, "Just the monsters. Basically, anything colorful don't attack. Black Widow's outfit doesn't count, but her hair does." He explained and they started moving further through the brush, making their way closer to the base down the valley hills. Everything was quiet so far, but he knew that would change.

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