[ It's without fail his favourite kind. Hunting, just him, just blood and teeth at the end of it. Bruce has a taste for violence, all his anger is given over to strangers, who bear it with broken bones and a terror for things that move in the dark. ]
[ Bruce leads the moment he senses the man at his rear, alert, holding his crossbow. He simply gestures at Rumlow to fall in line beside him, instead of behind. The deer will slow down soon, and they'll have to move more silently. ]
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[ Bruce leads the moment he senses the man at his rear, alert, holding his crossbow. He simply gestures at Rumlow to fall in line beside him, instead of behind. The deer will slow down soon, and they'll have to move more silently. ]