[ Bucky is at the latest confluence just to see what the Alliance does. He's let the deadline for his own registration slip by, and with all the recent commotion about Fantastic, he wants to see what they do. For once in his life, he's not looking for a fight; he isn't ready to ping on the Alliance's radar. And he figures, here, there are enough people and commotion that he blends in easy. It's just coincidence he's nearby when Erik runs into the nice registration lady.
The man isn't familiar, but he knows the numbers on the arm, what they mean. And suddenly, he is ready to fight. ]
Hey lady, they don't have to register, and I think you know it.
[ He's wearing long sleeves and gloves, but Erik can probably tell that his left arm's all metal, and he's got a gun in a holster under his jacket, too. ]
registration
The man isn't familiar, but he knows the numbers on the arm, what they mean. And suddenly, he is ready to fight. ]
Hey lady, they don't have to register, and I think you know it.
[ He's wearing long sleeves and gloves, but Erik can probably tell that his left arm's all metal, and he's got a gun in a holster under his jacket, too. ]