The brain likes routine. As much as people might like to insist on being wild and free-spirited, as much as unpredictability may be a goal, the brain still likes a certain kind of routine. Bucky's own routine — the parts of his life that he could call routine — is pretty simple: exercise, keeping a low profile, writing down things he remembers, seeing to the basics of survival. Right now that last includes hunting as necessary, alongside exploration. He's no cartographer but Bucky's trying to build a rough mental map of the island.
He should probably also start a physical list of people he's met. He makes a note to do so, and two hours later — around what seems to pass for noon, judging from the position of the sun in the sky — he parks himself in a comfortable enough crook of roots at the foot of a tree, pulling food and a journal from his pack. The meal is nothing special: chicken and root vegetables, previously roasted but eaten cold. It's the journal that's more precious to him; he turns to a clean page in the book to start his list.
That's how Kamala will likely find him as she wanders through the trees: a figure clad in black kevlar, because with the lack of extra clothing options and a mysterious something at large (he makes a note to start a page for that as well), his tactical gear is the best choice for exploration. And though he's concentrating on his writing, it doesn't mean his senses aren't tuned to his surroundings; there will be no sneaking up on him, at least not by anything relatively normal. In fact, it's when he thinks he hears a sound not made by an animal that he looks up.
in the forest
He should probably also start a physical list of people he's met. He makes a note to do so, and two hours later — around what seems to pass for noon, judging from the position of the sun in the sky — he parks himself in a comfortable enough crook of roots at the foot of a tree, pulling food and a journal from his pack. The meal is nothing special: chicken and root vegetables, previously roasted but eaten cold. It's the journal that's more precious to him; he turns to a clean page in the book to start his list.
That's how Kamala will likely find him as she wanders through the trees: a figure clad in black kevlar, because with the lack of extra clothing options and a mysterious something at large (he makes a note to start a page for that as well), his tactical gear is the best choice for exploration. And though he's concentrating on his writing, it doesn't mean his senses aren't tuned to his surroundings; there will be no sneaking up on him, at least not by anything relatively normal. In fact, it's when he thinks he hears a sound not made by an animal that he looks up.
"Who's there?"