Winter looks a little apprehensive, kind of hovering outside the door in the hall. He wasn't specifically invited to this. Posters on walls really don't count as an invitation, he thinks. But he knows how to play cards. And he knows George and Nick, both. So he came, and now he's second-guessing himself, because he only sort of knows George and Nick.
He did bring something. It's not a thing most people would think to bring to a poker night, but he brought it anyway, because it's one of the few things he knows how to make that's not overkill or likely to keep people up all night. So he is hovering outside with a very big thermos full of... hot cocoa. Yeah.
Somebody tell him he can come in before it gets cold.
II. Cards
Winter is inordinately good at cards. He can keep track of the deck and people's discards in his head, and make an educated guess as to whether it's likely he'll get certain cards based on what he's seen so far. He can read faces and bodies like he's spent seventy years trying to appease cruel and capricious handlers. And his poker face is impeccable.
He lays down a royal straight, relatively confident he'll take this pot, with a perfectly emotionless face.
III. Mingling
Winter is, however, much less apt at socializing. He kind of loiters around the edges whenever he's not playing cards, holding a mug of the hot cocoa he brought, watching people with a too-intent expression.
He's trying to learn why people do things. So he can get better at being a person. That requires watching them. That means he's staring at you and has been for like three minutes, now, expression like someone who is trying to memorize whatever it is you're doing. Sorry.
Bucky/Winter | MCU
Winter looks a little apprehensive, kind of hovering outside the door in the hall. He wasn't specifically invited to this. Posters on walls really don't count as an invitation, he thinks. But he knows how to play cards. And he knows George and Nick, both. So he came, and now he's second-guessing himself, because he only sort of knows George and Nick.
He did bring something. It's not a thing most people would think to bring to a poker night, but he brought it anyway, because it's one of the few things he knows how to make that's not overkill or likely to keep people up all night. So he is hovering outside with a very big thermos full of... hot cocoa. Yeah.
Somebody tell him he can come in before it gets cold.
II. Cards
Winter is inordinately good at cards. He can keep track of the deck and people's discards in his head, and make an educated guess as to whether it's likely he'll get certain cards based on what he's seen so far. He can read faces and bodies like he's spent seventy years trying to appease cruel and capricious handlers. And his poker face is impeccable.
He lays down a royal straight, relatively confident he'll take this pot, with a perfectly emotionless face.
III. Mingling
Winter is, however, much less apt at socializing. He kind of loiters around the edges whenever he's not playing cards, holding a mug of the hot cocoa he brought, watching people with a too-intent expression.
He's trying to learn why people do things. So he can get better at being a person. That requires watching them. That means he's staring at you and has been for like three minutes, now, expression like someone who is trying to memorize whatever it is you're doing. Sorry.