[It probably figures, that it's on the one trip Steve takes without the intention of finding anything, that he actually succeeds at it.
Whenever he's revved his bike up lately, it's been for one specific reason, and that's to track down Bucky. Not that it's a particularly useful method to just drive around and hope for the best, but Steve finds that he can't rest easy unless he's at least trying, and without much information to go on, he has no other way to work off all of that nervous energy.
Sam keeps telling him that he's become obsessed, that he needs to find other ways to make use of his time, that he's only making things worse by never allowing himself to think about anything else. But how can Steve do that when he knows that Bucky's out there and probably needs his help, whether he'll admit that or not?
After yet another fruitless day of searching, Steve decides to take Sam's advice and just forget about it all for a while. Just drive as fast as he can, and blank his mind and worry about nothing more than the next turn ahead of him and the wind whipping through his hair. It's late, he's in a relatively remote area, and so he doesn't worry too much about who might see him or what they might think of it.
The media still wants to know what's going on with Captain America after his fall into the Potomac, but he just can't. He can't right now.
When he catches sight of the hitchhiker, Steve doesn't think much of it at first. It's a pretty rare thing these days, people don't trust one another enough to risk that kind of thing, and he's about to speed right past the guy, but...
There's something about his stance, the jut of his thumb and the way that his cap's tilted slightly on his head. Steve screeches to a stop and lets the bike settle about ten feet away from the stranger. If his instincts are wrong, this is going to get awkward pretty quick, but Steve doesn't think he is.
He stays seated on the bike, but tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting.]
let me know if i need to change anything!!
Whenever he's revved his bike up lately, it's been for one specific reason, and that's to track down Bucky. Not that it's a particularly useful method to just drive around and hope for the best, but Steve finds that he can't rest easy unless he's at least trying, and without much information to go on, he has no other way to work off all of that nervous energy.
Sam keeps telling him that he's become obsessed, that he needs to find other ways to make use of his time, that he's only making things worse by never allowing himself to think about anything else. But how can Steve do that when he knows that Bucky's out there and probably needs his help, whether he'll admit that or not?
After yet another fruitless day of searching, Steve decides to take Sam's advice and just forget about it all for a while. Just drive as fast as he can, and blank his mind and worry about nothing more than the next turn ahead of him and the wind whipping through his hair. It's late, he's in a relatively remote area, and so he doesn't worry too much about who might see him or what they might think of it.
The media still wants to know what's going on with Captain America after his fall into the Potomac, but he just can't. He can't right now.
When he catches sight of the hitchhiker, Steve doesn't think much of it at first. It's a pretty rare thing these days, people don't trust one another enough to risk that kind of thing, and he's about to speed right past the guy, but...
There's something about his stance, the jut of his thumb and the way that his cap's tilted slightly on his head. Steve screeches to a stop and lets the bike settle about ten feet away from the stranger. If his instincts are wrong, this is going to get awkward pretty quick, but Steve doesn't think he is.
He stays seated on the bike, but tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting.]
... Bucky?