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[imfollowinghim]

[Spam for the Hallways]

[During his first flood on the Barge, Bucky had swapped powers (or lack thereof, in his case) with Ben, and had experienced what it had been like to be a fully powered Transgenic for a few days.

Being a wolf - or a dog, he couldn't really tell which he actually was and wasn't sure it actually mattered when it really came down to it - wasn't all that different in some ways. His hearing and sense of smell was better, stronger, and it was strange to adjust to, even if at the same time, he could see where it could be really useful, to always have them around. He couldn't do the vaguely disorienting telescope vision thing Ben could, but considering he was now adjusting to also walking on four legs and not having hands anymore, he wasn't all that bummed to be missing out on another thing that would just make things strange and different.

At the moment, he was looking for Ben (operating the network with paws had turned out to be too frustrating to deal with, really), wandering the halls, sniffing around trying to pick up on the trail of his inmate, and generally keeping more or less out of the way while searching for the transgenic. There was definitely a strong urge to get someone to let him into the CES so he could go running and hunt something, and to have companions accompany him in doing it, and considering Ben definitely got that whole pack instinct thing, he seemed like a decent candidate for running off and doing stuff with, assuming he wasn't stuck as a squirrel or something right now.

... Actually, that might be pretty bad. There was a definite desire to chase after small animals he was doing his best to ignore. Worse came to worst, he could always probably bother Steve or some of the other dogs to do something.]

[ooc: Bucky can communicate with anyone for the sake of clarity and sanity. Also he's technically a wolfdog, so feel free to mistake him as either a large husky/malamute/something or a proper wolf.]

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[imfollowinghim]

[Bucky continued looking for Ben, picking up trails of various other animals and people, some old and some recent, and nothing that seemed to fit his inmate which either meant Ben was gone (which seemed really unlikely) or he was hiding (which didn't seem unlikely at all, given the nature of this flood).

He did, however, start realizing something big was following him. He'd been followed enough on missions and whatever to know that sense tat someone was watching him and hiding whenever he got too close to realizing who or what it was.

Which was. Weird.

He turned his head, curious, wondering who was following him, which wasn't exactly helped by the fact that he couldn't just know who it was on sight. A lizard could be anyone.

He was pretty sure it was some kind of big cat, and whoever it was, he decided to try messing with them a little bit. He turned a corner sharply and quickly darted behind a couch in one of the common rooms, waiting to see if whoever it was would follow or not.]

[persuadeyou]

[Of course she followed. Natasha peered around the corner, much more human than animal, and crouched low when she saw the apparently empty common room. Creeping forward, almost on her belly, she sniffed the air, hovering just outside the common room door.]

[imfollowinghim]

[Bucky carefully crept back closer to the door, trying to peer under the couch blocking him a bit and ha, knew it.

He sniffs the air, thinking that kind of maybe smells familiar, but honestly? It would be a little creepy if he was intimately aware of non-breach Natasha's smell. Still, he was reasonably sure he knew who it was, and, well, can't blame a guy for going out on a limb, here.]

Natasha, I know that's you.

[persuadeyou]

[Well fuck. She froze, still mostly on her belly, and stared at the couch for a second. She could bolt. It would probably be best. Instead, she straightened, her tail flicking behind her.] And here I thought cats were silent.

[imfollowinghim]

You were pretty good, but wolves tend to notice when someone's sneaking up behind them. [He walks out from behind the couch and stops a few feet away from her, staring at the leopard.]

Why are you following me?

[persuadeyou]

[Her tail flicks again, and she lifts her shoulders in what's almost a shrug.] Who says I'm following you?

[imfollowinghim]

The fact that you keep turning up. [Which he didn't mind, really. He liked Natasha, a lot, but it was annoying, knowing something was up and having her act like he was just being stupid.]

You're not planning on eating me, are you?

[persuadeyou]

Maybe we're prone to coincidence. [She cocks her head while she looks at him, like she's thinking about it.] No. Too much trouble. You look like you're all fur. [Deadpan teasing is her specialty. :c]