It was a period of adjustment for the both of them, though for Steve much more than for Bucky in terms of being on the run. He was used to constantly looking over his shoulder, and the fear that went along with feeling as if someone was watching. There were houses, places that Sharon Carter had set up for them where they could lay low. Bucky was not entirely certain how well all of that would work. Cities were easier to hide in because there were more faces, and yet that was part of the problem.
His arm had been repaired by the scientists in Wakanda. Of course he knew that they could have stayed and he probably would have believed that completely, until he saw a very distinct plane in the sky. His choice had been easy, he had to run. What he had not planned was Steve coming with him, or following him, or actually having a plan for the two of them.
Bucky nudged the door open with his shoulder, setting the paper bag of supplies and food down on the small counter. He looked different than the pictures of his face plastered by the media. His hair was clipped short again, and his face clean.
“I’ll give that gal this, she’s got a lot of guts to help us,” he commented, doing what he had always done in the past. He inspected every inch of the packaging. The paranoia was back in full force, and if it meant keeping Steve safe as well? His choice was simple, he was going to be hyper vigilante.
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