All he had wanted was to buy some plums. Then suddenly, his face is on a newspaper and he's sure that people would come looking for him. While nobody was staring at him directly, the skin on the back of his neck crawled enough that he knew he had to get moving. Never stay in one place too long.
Of course, he had been there. It always ended up in a fight, even if he wanted to try to help him be otherwise. Come with him. Get out. Let the good Captain save him. There was no saving him. There was no going back to the way that things used to be between them. He saw what the museum said. He remembered snippets. There was a reason he'd pulled Steve out of the river, but he couldn't be the man Steve wanted him to be.
Suddenly, they were compromised. Men breached the dingy apartment, coming in through the door and the windows. Bucky turned, lifting his dirty mattress and using it for cover. His arms swung violently and he upended a table, watching it fly to the door in an attempt to block it and buy them some time. Swing right. Swing left. Block. It came as second nature to him.
Buck, stop! You're going to kill someone. Bucky shook his head, staring at the man in front of him. How badly did he want all the memories, the flashes in his mind to be true. Pushing the Captain to the ground, Bucky made a fist and punched the floorboard. Reaching in, he pulled out a black backpack and tossed it out the window. "I'm not going to kill anyone."
Bucky turned and punched a door, watching it fall to the ground and stepping over it. His eyes narrowed and he took a running leap, off the balcony and landing on a rooftop, dropping and rolling right next to his bug-out bag. Bucky grabbed it and turned right, taking another running leap off the roof to the next one.
Instead, Bucky blinked as he looked up from the pavement where he had landed. Suddenly, he wasn't in Berlin anymore. The former asset moved slowly, stalking the road as he tried to take in his surroundings. His good hand reached up, pulling the cap down lower over his face. It wasn't long before he appeared in front of something very pink. He frowned, not sure what else to do but go in.
He was slow, stealthy as he opened the door as little as possible and slipped through it. He wasn't sure where he was, but as long as there was nobody trying to capture him, he'd deal for now.
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Of course, he had been there. It always ended up in a fight, even if he wanted to try to help him be otherwise. Come with him. Get out. Let the good Captain save him. There was no saving him. There was no going back to the way that things used to be between them. He saw what the museum said. He remembered snippets. There was a reason he'd pulled Steve out of the river, but he couldn't be the man Steve wanted him to be.
Suddenly, they were compromised. Men breached the dingy apartment, coming in through the door and the windows. Bucky turned, lifting his dirty mattress and using it for cover. His arms swung violently and he upended a table, watching it fly to the door in an attempt to block it and buy them some time. Swing right. Swing left. Block. It came as second nature to him.
Buck, stop! You're going to kill someone. Bucky shook his head, staring at the man in front of him. How badly did he want all the memories, the flashes in his mind to be true. Pushing the Captain to the ground, Bucky made a fist and punched the floorboard. Reaching in, he pulled out a black backpack and tossed it out the window. "I'm not going to kill anyone."
Bucky turned and punched a door, watching it fall to the ground and stepping over it. His eyes narrowed and he took a running leap, off the balcony and landing on a rooftop, dropping and rolling right next to his bug-out bag. Bucky grabbed it and turned right, taking another running leap off the roof to the next one.
Instead, Bucky blinked as he looked up from the pavement where he had landed. Suddenly, he wasn't in Berlin anymore. The former asset moved slowly, stalking the road as he tried to take in his surroundings. His good hand reached up, pulling the cap down lower over his face. It wasn't long before he appeared in front of something very pink. He frowned, not sure what else to do but go in.
He was slow, stealthy as he opened the door as little as possible and slipped through it. He wasn't sure where he was, but as long as there was nobody trying to capture him, he'd deal for now.