Steve shuffled his feet, unsure of what to do. He stood there looking anywhere but the scene in front of him. Nat looked up and motioned for him to join the hug. Reluctantly he did.

"I have a plan," Natasha said in the middle of the hug. The boys chuckled.

"I'm sure you do," Steve said.


They were hunched over the map that was laid out on the hood of the car. It showed a map of new york. On it was red sharpie lines, indicating the path of the security persons.

"Okay, most likely they're only an hour behind you," Natasha stated, "We should go here within the next few minutes." She pointed to a building three blocks north. She looked up at the men and moved her finger. "We also have to move the car here. I'll move the car. Stay in the cafe for 10 minutes and then meet me here. It will give me enough time to think of something unless you guys have a better idea."

They both shook their heads.

"Good." She grabbed their backpacks from inside the car and tossed them. "Get going."

Natasha drove the car out of the lot and down the street. The boys stood there holding their backpacks unsure of what to do.

"I guess," Bucky said, "We should probably get going."

Steve agreed and slipped his hand into Bucky's. Quickly, they headed North, to where Natasha had told them to go. It wasn't a long walk, but two blocks North the people became numerous. It made it difficult to squeeze by and get to the cafe in the time frame that Natasha had given them.

When they reached the small cafe they took a seat that was next to the picture window. Bucky watched the people move outside the building. 

"It's sad." He stated.

"What?"

"That they never know whats happening around them." He replied. "They'll never know what anyone else goes through, they're all caught up in their own world."

"Yeah, maybe that's a good thing." Steve looked out at the street,"Though maybe it's bad too. Less time for violence against others, but  they'll never know when to help."

"Steve, isn't there anything we can do?" Bucky asked.

"I don't know, Buck. I really don't know."

A hush fell over the two and they went back to people watching. Steve looked down at his phone for the time every minute. And then they were there for 10 minutes.

"Bucky," Steve said casually, "We have to go."

Bucky stood up, almost knocking the chair over. "Sorry," He apologised to the man behind him.

Steve let a smile take over his face as the two of them exited the building.


"Come on, we don't have much time." Natasha ushered Bucky and Steve inside the hotel lobby. "Follow me."

"Where are we going, Nat?" Bucky questioned, but Steve placed a hand on his shoulder as a warning not to ask questions.

"I managed to get a room, don't worry it can't trace back to us." She grabbed their arms and dragged them to the elevator. "I'll explain everything when we get there. However, I'm thinking that it's time for Bucky to go."

"What?" Steve asked taken aback. "Bucky isn't going anywhere."

"He needs help Rogers and you can't help him."

"Natasha," He reasoned.

"Guys!" Bucky jumped into the conversation. "Thank you so much for your opinions, but I can speak for myself." He turned to Steve, "As much as I hate this Nat has a point."

"How can you just say that?" Steve whimpered, "You can't leave me, not again."

 Bucky bit his bottom lip, "I need help and you need help. Neither of us is getting the help we need if we are both so focused on helping the other person, so I think it's time I leave. It's for the best."

"Buck,"

"Steve, I'm sorry Nat's right."

The elevator doors opened to a deserted hallway.

"Let's go," Natasha whispered.

The men followed her down the hall, to the right, and three doors down on the left. She opened the door and pulled them inside. She went to the windows and pulled the blinds shut. She paced back and forth until she took a deep breath and turned her friends.

"I have the Quinn Jet stashed away like you asked." The redhead looked over at Steve. "At most with traffic its 35 minutes away and 45 if you're going to walk. Either way, wait an hour and then head over, don't open the door for anyone." She handed Steve the room key. "Be safe. I'm sorry I can't help you more."

With that she headed straight for the door, not turning back one until she was in the loby.

"Good luck," She whipered, "I do hope this works out for you."

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