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Who: Bucky Barnes (aka Anatoly) and YOU!
Where: Phillipe's!
When: March 29, evening.
What: Bucky is playing the tourist and trying to meet people and stuff.
Warnings: None as of yet!

He hasn't had a chance to make much of a mark in the city yet. In some ways, that is good -- no one to watch out for. In other ways, it is bad; he has very few contacts made. So after playing bouncer at a club for some quick cash, he decides to change that. He's heard quite a lot about Phillipe's in his short stay in Los Angeles, and where was a better place to meet people than in a deli?

So it is there the soldier is seated, at a long table near the registers, sandwich in hand. He feels fairly certain that he's been somewhere like this before; perhaps not in Los Angeles, but the general atmosphere is familiar. He knows better than to think too hard on that, though, it is best to do such things in the presence of Natasha. She knows how to deal with what comes after, whether it ends up good or bad. In any case, at the moment he looks as harmless as can be; save perhaps for the metal arm. He's quite contentedly playing the part of tourist, looking around the building with some curiosity.

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"I guess." He looks slightly askance at the mention of labs, but who knows? Maybe he'll get lucky and she'll turn out to be perfectly normal. (The robot cat, though, is a bit of a giveaway. Even in Los Angeles.)

"I'm pretty sure I'm not in your line of work, or else I'd give you somewhere to look."

She giggles a little. "Probably not. Most people aren't." She tilts her head a little. "hat line of work are you in?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." It's said lightly, but it's pretty clear he's not joking. "It's classified."

"Oh!" She laughs again, this time a bit more nervously. "Well, I bet that's uhm...Very exciting for you. I do hope you enjoy your work."

He shrugs a bit and takes a bite of his sandwich. "It's a job. Haven't found much work here just yet."

"Oh, I see." She frowns a little. "That's rather unfortunate. I hope you can find something?" She thinks. She's not entirely sure that it won't mean someone dies in the process but then again, that's not the worst thing in the world either.

"I've been looking. My friend's keeping an eye out, she's in the same line of work." He probably won't kill anyone! It depends on the job, really.

"Fingers crossed!" She offers a smile. "For both of us, really." She could use a place to stay that is a bit more permanent than what she has right now.

"Thanks." He offers a small one back. "Where did you move here from?"

"I traveled a lot," she informs. "Most recently I was in Sussex. We lived there for a few years but I've been all over. My family believed that exposing one to the world was the best way they could learn and that institutionalized learning would only crush genius."

Hence why her family was so proud when she got kicked out of school when they did enroll her in university.

"I've done a lot of traveling, too. Not in England, a lot, mostly Europe." There's a pause. "I can't say I did a lot of book learning, though." He never had the chance. Never even thought of it, really, and it's not too much of a concern now. He has a certain set of skills, and he excels at them. That's all he needs.

She nods, offering a shrug. "Books aren't for everyone. Some people are much more hands on and I find that it's more fun that way myself."

She runs a hand through her messy hair, offering a smile. "You seem like you've gotten by without needing to do much study in that respect anyway."

"I'm very good at what I do." He offers a shrug back, and takes another bite of his sandwich.

"It gets me places."

'Now that I don't doubt at all." She smiles a little. "You don't seem like the sort of fellow who'd do poorly at what matters."

"I've been trained very well." Trained a few people very well, too, but that's not part of the discussion. "But thanks, I guess."