Bucky had spent the time waiting for the other Mandalorian packing a bag and preparing his ship to be left on Nevarro. The other Mando's ship had been heavily modified, and would serve them better if it came down to a firefight.
He had also extensively studied the information on the puck, learning all he could about their target.
He had expected the other Mandalorian to take time on the surface. His covert was here, he would need to take them the credits and supplies and see his family.
Idly, Bucky considered if the Mandalorian had a spouse or child. It wasn't exactly common for beroya to be thoroughly attached, since they could die at any time, and it would be hard on those that stayed behind, but Bucky knew that many clans, like his, had no other choice.
He reached up, brushing gloved fingers over the mark painted on the inside of his left wrist. The other Mandalorian had probably not noticed yet, but as they went on this mission, it was impossible it would go unnoticed forever.
It was then, lost in thought about Steve and their foundling, that the other Mando called out to him.
He sounded distinctly aggressive, for some reason. Well, maybe one reason: if he was Death Watch. "I'm here. Are you ready to go?" He stood and turned. The Mando had gained a bag slung over his shoulder - no doubt traded for the credits his jobs had earned him.
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Bucky had spent the time waiting for the other Mandalorian packing a bag and preparing his ship to be left on Nevarro. The other Mando's ship had been heavily modified, and would serve them better if it came down to a firefight.
He had also extensively studied the information on the puck, learning all he could about their target.
He had expected the other Mandalorian to take time on the surface. His covert was here, he would need to take them the credits and supplies and see his family.
Idly, Bucky considered if the Mandalorian had a spouse or child. It wasn't exactly common for beroya to be thoroughly attached, since they could die at any time, and it would be hard on those that stayed behind, but Bucky knew that many clans, like his, had no other choice.
He reached up, brushing gloved fingers over the mark painted on the inside of his left wrist. The other Mandalorian had probably not noticed yet, but as they went on this mission, it was impossible it would go unnoticed forever.
It was then, lost in thought about Steve and their foundling, that the other Mando called out to him.
He sounded distinctly aggressive, for some reason. Well, maybe one reason: if he was Death Watch. "I'm here. Are you ready to go?" He stood and turned. The Mando had gained a bag slung over his shoulder - no doubt traded for the credits his jobs had earned him.