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It didn't take long.

With what Hawkeye had given him, his own abilities, and the HYDRA drops he raided, HYDRA soon knew that the Winter Soldier had survived and he had a new mission: he was going to wipe HYDRA off the map.

While the Avengers took out the heavily fortified places, looking for something - he didn't know what - he quietly took out several smaller bases, leaving them nothing but hollow craters in the earth. After about his third base, he knew that SHIELD and the Avengers were going to sit up and start taking notice, so he disappeared into the wilds - and not so wilds - of Europe, crossing over into Russia to get away from the messes that he left behind.

But Bucky isn't perfect, no matter how much he likes to think it. This last base... this last one had been ready for something a lot heavier than him - like the Avengers. It takes him off balance, and even HYDRA seems shocked to see him. Well, that's good, that means they aren't looking for him. Except he hears the order over the comm he steals: they want to capture him, not kill him.

That's not good.

He stumbles out of the base, clutching his flesh arm to his side. Blood seeps down his side from several bullet wounds. He's not in good shape. He should have left this place, but he'd wanted to get it gone, before the Avengers, before Steve could come take it down.

He collapses against a tree and closes his eyes panting. He knows someone is watching him. He can feel their eyes on him.

And he knows those eyes.

"Are you going to finish the job or help?" He asks the empty forest. It's not that empty though, is it?

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Bucky stumbles a couple of steps. He can't help it. Seeing Steve with the shield, taking off through the woods brings back memories. Not good ones either. He remembers too much; they com flooding back for a moment until he almost wants to retch. Only training and the programming so helpfully supplied by HYDRA keeps him on his feet and moving.

Steve's question brings his head up. He narrows his eyes and then picks up the pace. If there are HYDRA agents to capture, he'll get something out of one of them. He doesn't have Steve's restraints.

Something ahead makes him stop. He touches Steve's arm and nods toward the bushes ahead. There's something there, and he's not sure what. The noise and ruckus of the base collapsing has sent all the wildlife fleeing for their lives. That means that whatever is there is two footed.

Raising his gun, he takes a step forward, heading for the bushes. He'll flush out whoever is there and then they can get some information out of them.

The person in the bush whips around and points his gun at Bucky, but Bucky fires first, hitting the man's shoulder. Stepping over he puts one boot on the man's shoulder, holding him in place.

"He speaks English." Bucky is certain of that, even if the man attempts to say otherwise. "Ask your questions."

Steve has seen and experienced a lot since that last day when he was so naively desperate to sign up to help with the war. He's done a lot of things he never thought he would, things he always believed a US soldier would never do, not the version of them he always had in his head, of the country that took his father from him. But the thing he's truly learned since that day is that a soldier is a soldier, no matter what side they're on, neither is entirely good or bad, but they do all have a goal, and that goal is to do whatever it takes to win.

So when he sees a familiar look on Bucky's face, he has to force himself to look away, though he's not sure if it's due to shame, because he's not sure he wouldn't do whatever it takes to get the information out of one of the HYDRA agents, or if it's something else entirely, something that makes him swallow down emotions he can't focus on right now, that the friend he mourned for all those years ago might not be as dead as he thought. But then again, the man who was Bucky's best friend back then isn't exactly alive anymore, either. Neither of them are the men they used to be.

When Bucky speaks and then darts off, Steve is right there behind him, following in his wake, shield at the ready. But he lowers it when he sees that Bucky has the situation under control. He doesn't comment on the man's injuries, he knows it was him or Bucky, and he knows which he would rather. And the treatment, well, he's seen HYDRA do far worse.

He leans over the man, nods to the wound. "Answer me and you'll live. If you don't, well, we gave you a choice." He moves closer, towering over the man, and looking him right in the eye. "HYDRA bases. Tell us where we can find what's left of them and this'll all be over quickly." He nods to Bucky, as if to signal for him to be ready to apply further pressure if it's needed; he won't interfere, as long he doesn't kill him before they get what they need.

The man spits out an epithet in Russian and Bucky presses harder, making the man scream with pain. "Answer." Bucky orders in Russian. He doesn't have the time or the patience to play around.

"I don't know." The man pants out in accented English. He looks between the two men. "I live here, work here. We had a fall back place."

Bucky eases up the pressure on the man's shoulder, allowing him the ability to speak without panting so heavily. It made it easier to understand. "Where?" Bucky asks. If they could track down more HYDRA agents, then he was all for it, despite the still seeping wounds in his side. He could handle a lot more pain. HYDRA had seen to that.

The man shakes his head, then screams in pain when Bucky kneels down and presses a thumb into the man's shoulder. "Ten kilometers east." The man pants out. "That's all I know."

Bucky lets up on the pressure and puts his metal hand on the man's throat. He doesn't kill him right away, waiting for Steve's go ahead. He still needs an order to kill.

Steve stands aside, allowing Bucky to get on with it, and paying attention to every detail. He doesn't know Russian, it's something Natasha's been trying to get him to learn, and now he's wishing he'd had chance to move further along with it. But the broken English he gets well enough, between the cries of pain.

He's not sure how far he should let this go, thrown off by watching Bucky, the kid who never gave up on him even when he did, taking these actions with ease.

"Let him go," he hears himself saying before his brain catches up with his mouth. "He's hurt. He's not stupid enough to take both of us on in his condition." He gives the guy a look, towering over him to the point of casting him in shadow, and he tilts his head, all authority in his tone. "Are you?"

The guy mutters something in Russian, again, but when Steve nudges his leg with his foot, the guy splutters for a moment before coming to his senses. "N-no, not stupid."

"That's what I thought." Satisfied, he gestures with his head for Bucky to step back, move aside. "But if we cross paths again, the outlook won't be this optimistic for you."

He's got his shield firmly in his hand, a gun he doesn't care much for loaded and ready at his belt, and a knife that both Natasha and Clint insists he keeps with him at all times, whether he's got enhanced strength or not.

Bucky lets the man go and stands up, rolling his shoulders. He looks at Steve. He cannot believe he's about to follow him. But follow him where? And when had he....

Before.

Before everything had happened. Before the Winter Soldier. Before HYDRA. Before.

Everything is divided in his life; divided into before and after. Before, when he'd just been a kid from Brooklyn, cold, hungry, desperate to get out of the war in one piece with his best friend. And after... the bit where he barely remembered, the bit where he killed, over and over, and was HYDRA's attack dog.

He turns to the east and starts walking. When they're a bit away from the man. "Should have killed him."