[ If not for Bucky's presence, Steve would be running hard in the opposite direction. Figuratively speaking.
Nothing Natasha says makes sense, except for her being farther ahead. Before the ice, waking up. He has the odd sense of impending disaster, of something bearing down on him from a distance, and he doesn't even know the shape of it to determine if it can be stopped.
He needs to talk to Peggy again. Bucky can't help - Bucky needs help - and Steve needs perspective that he can't find in himself.
He also, very abruptly, doesn't trust Natasha.
Steve loads his chosen supplies into the Jeep's tiny storage space and climbs in back, trying several times to think of something to say and each time coming up empty.]
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Nothing Natasha says makes sense, except for her being farther ahead. Before the ice, waking up. He has the odd sense of impending disaster, of something bearing down on him from a distance, and he doesn't even know the shape of it to determine if it can be stopped.
He needs to talk to Peggy again. Bucky can't help - Bucky needs help - and Steve needs perspective that he can't find in himself.
He also, very abruptly, doesn't trust Natasha.
Steve loads his chosen supplies into the Jeep's tiny storage space and climbs in back, trying several times to think of something to say and each time coming up empty.]