Honestly, Steve isn't so sure about his decision to go back to camp with Bucky - not that he had much decision in the matter, but he did choose to stay once he did have some say. Part of him still thinks the guy will slit his throat in his sleep, then agreeing to being stuck in a camp full of people he thinks might kill him when they decide to? That was just dumb. But the other part of him knows he's safe there with them, safer than he is on his own. And it's not like he's forgotten trusting these people, believing in them, risking his life for them, but the fear weighs heavily on his mind, makes it a struggle. The notes help in their own small way, tell him was the best choice.
Doesn't mean he likes it.
The fear grows to be too much for him to deal with, nagging and clawing at him until he feels like he's about to crawl out of his skin with it. And it always wins eventually and, when it does, he makes his escape. He causes a ruckus and runs for it. Well, not run, he sneaks, but still, he makes a break for it. This time successfully.
Almost.
Successful all but for Barton, who is following him and not even trying to mask it like Bucky or Sam. The man is just tailing him with no pretense and for some reason that irritates Steve more than scares him.
He's no less wary, fully aware of the man's skills and capability, but unlike Bucky and Sam, Steve doesn't know Barton all that well. The man is a teammate, but there's no personal connection beyond it, not really. It's that lack of anything more than keeps Steve from becoming sick with confusion, stressed as his mind wars with itself. It allows him to be annoyed. IF he thought about it, he'd find it refreshing.
"I was going this way first, pick a different direction," Steve casts a glare over his shoulder, angling to keep the man on his left, unwilling to trust the man with his bad ear.
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Doesn't mean he likes it.
The fear grows to be too much for him to deal with, nagging and clawing at him until he feels like he's about to crawl out of his skin with it. And it always wins eventually and, when it does, he makes his escape. He causes a ruckus and runs for it. Well, not run, he sneaks, but still, he makes a break for it. This time successfully.
Almost.
Successful all but for Barton, who is following him and not even trying to mask it like Bucky or Sam. The man is just tailing him with no pretense and for some reason that irritates Steve more than scares him.
He's no less wary, fully aware of the man's skills and capability, but unlike Bucky and Sam, Steve doesn't know Barton all that well. The man is a teammate, but there's no personal connection beyond it, not really. It's that lack of anything more than keeps Steve from becoming sick with confusion, stressed as his mind wars with itself. It allows him to be annoyed. IF he thought about it, he'd find it refreshing.
"I was going this way first, pick a different direction," Steve casts a glare over his shoulder, angling to keep the man on his left, unwilling to trust the man with his bad ear.