He was trying to remind himself that Steve was not helpless, no matter his size; that he had never been helpless even back when he was a pint sized kid back on the streets of Brooklyn. That was not the problem.
The problem was that Steve had never been accepting of his own limits. Bucky just knew he'd never back down and the thing he'd always thought would one day get Steve killed, his need to prove himself against a world that told him otherwise, was going to happen before he and Sam found them.
Them, plural, because as far as Bucky can tell Barton had stuck with Steve after leaving the castle. In fact that's about the only comfort he can find in this situation. He just prays Steve ain't sick again and Barton's leg isn't hindering him too bad. They weren't dead as of last night's death roll but who knows how long that'll last.
Tracking them down isn't easy. Bucky's spent most of the time with his eyes on the dirt ground trying to read a trail while Sam scanned for dangers on the horizon.
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He was trying to remind himself that Steve was not helpless, no matter his size; that he had never been helpless even back when he was a pint sized kid back on the streets of Brooklyn. That was not the problem.
The problem was that Steve had never been accepting of his own limits. Bucky just knew he'd never back down and the thing he'd always thought would one day get Steve killed, his need to prove himself against a world that told him otherwise, was going to happen before he and Sam found them.
Them, plural, because as far as Bucky can tell Barton had stuck with Steve after leaving the castle. In fact that's about the only comfort he can find in this situation. He just prays Steve ain't sick again and Barton's leg isn't hindering him too bad. They weren't dead as of last night's death roll but who knows how long that'll last.
Tracking them down isn't easy. Bucky's spent most of the time with his eyes on the dirt ground trying to read a trail while Sam scanned for dangers on the horizon.