[ he gives nat a slightly helpless shrug, ceding this mission to her. and what a mission it is, harassing a lowlife landlord for not doing his job. as far as missions go, he's done worlds worse. ]
No punching?
[ he's kidding. mostly. he rolls one shoulder and turns his gaze inward, listing off what he knows about the landlord. he's not a mysterious man by any means, and nat would likely figure him out with one look - bucky certainly did - but recon is always essential to every plan. ]
Phyllis Temberton, forty-seven, lives off-building, has a brownstone down the street with the second floor sublet to a mistress. Insecure about his given name, has two kids who won't talk to him, eldest is starting college this fall. Thrice divorced, twice bankrupt, charges rent 14% higher than the rest of the street. [ a pause. ] The building's access to the thoroughway is the selling point.
He's allergic to chicken. Late-onset diabetes, sciatica on the left leg.
[ this is like taking candy from a baby, if the baby weighs two hundred and four pounds. ]
no subject
No punching?
[ he's kidding. mostly. he rolls one shoulder and turns his gaze inward, listing off what he knows about the landlord. he's not a mysterious man by any means, and nat would likely figure him out with one look - bucky certainly did - but recon is always essential to every plan. ]
Phyllis Temberton, forty-seven, lives off-building, has a brownstone down the street with the second floor sublet to a mistress. Insecure about his given name, has two kids who won't talk to him, eldest is starting college this fall. Thrice divorced, twice bankrupt, charges rent 14% higher than the rest of the street. [ a pause. ] The building's access to the thoroughway is the selling point.
He's allergic to chicken. Late-onset diabetes, sciatica on the left leg.
[ this is like taking candy from a baby, if the baby weighs two hundred and four pounds. ]
He might hit on you.