“I-I’m sorry, I was looking for the shelter?” The Omega’s voice comes out with a squeak as the man notices he’s staring down the barrel of Bucky’s rifle.
Bucky notices his scent immediately. Omega. Exhaustion. Panic. He lets the shotgun sink.
“You missed by half a mile.“ Bucky watches the shoulders slump, then wince as lightning brightens the sky, followed by an ear-splitting roll of thunder.