Son of a Witch

Bucky laughed, because he couldn't help but imagine Billy in a sleek suit, gliding through a crowd with a cocktail and a dangerous smile. He found that he liked the image. A lot.

Better to focus on the conversation than how much a lot actually was.

"Doom does like to ruin plans," he agreed, turning the jeep onto a slippery slope. "You say stuck with... you might not like this idea too much, but if we take this a little ways, we can get out and push it over the edge. We'll have to hike a bit after that, but if the storm is blowing in fast it should cover any tracks we make."