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[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

Las Vegas had changed quite a bit in the last 70 years. The last time he was here this was only a back water town, a pit stop on the USO tour on their way west. Now it was an entire city that catered to tourists. Steve wandered around among the flashy buildings and (mostly) gaudily dressed tourists in the strip, looking for signs that matched the descriptions in the report he was given for HYDRA.

Nothing. Nothing that stood out to him of course.

Usually something like this was best assigned to Natasha or Clint, but Clint was on medical leave, and he'd been outvoted when it came to another mission that Bucky and Natasha had left on a day before he'd left. Thor and Bruce wasn't even considered and Tony had meetings Ms. Potts had said he was not allowed to get out of unless it was a global emergency. Tony had clapped on on the back and told him to go wild, which Steve had rolled his eyes at. He shook his head at a poster advertising spa and massages and decided to find somewhere quieter for lunch away from the main strip.

Of course, it was on his way out that he spotted a familiar face, a HYDRA agent they'd been on the lookout for the last few months. Of course Steve will put off his lunch to follow. And of course, something will go wrong and the last Steve remembered was feeling a pinch at the back of his neck and then blacking out

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There was so much to still learn and relearn about Steve and how they interacted together. There was no way that the Smithsonian ever covered such parts of his life, since he was not the super-soldier that the world needed. That was all Steve, but he was endlessly curious about his previous life before the Soldier. He knew there were little things that he had to relearn and explore on his own, and he really wanted to. Now and especially with the road trip seemed like a very good opportunity to rediscover all these things that he and Steve enjoyed together.

He tucked in close, warm and satisfied and comfortable, and there was something very comforting feeling the way that he rose and fell with each of Steve's breaths. He stroked his friend's shoulders as they lay together, his eyes closing at the kisses, tilting his head to give Steve more access to his ear. He shifted, grinding his hips lazily but without intention of arousal for the time being, just enjoying the entire scenario despite having feathers everywhere. "The world... is much simpler when we're like this."

He had felt a mixture of all different emotions, particularly embarrassment, awkwardness and loss when the Smithsonian first put up the exhibition. They had been good to put up accurate information but at the same time it didn't feel like enough. They had missed all the tiny details about his old friends, about Bucky even though logically he knew they couldn't put everything in. There was nothing his and Bucky's adventures growing up in Brooklyn, nothing about Morita's habit of drumming his fingers when waiting, Dum Dum's favourite colour, what Gabe kept in his wallet at all times and Dernier's favourite types of cigarettes. (Steve was well aware HE was the main subject, not his friends and that just made him feel worse at the time.) And there weren't many people who remembered now, and though he did had hope Bucky would remember everything in time, he was happy enough with what they've already rediscovered together and the opportunity to make new memories together.

Steve could fall asleep like this, he thinks. Bucky was so obviously content with where he is and so was Steve. He has long since gotten used to having a solid weight on him in bed that it felt odd not to have it whenever Bucky was away on missions. The grinding against his cock got a lazy twitch from Steve but he ignored it in favour of pay slow lazy kisses and nuzzles against Bucky's ear and neck. "Yeah...just the two of us...no one to interrupt, nothing to worry about." They couldn't stay like this forever of course but Steve wouldn't object to prolonging it as long as he could.

The Smithsonian had confirmed things for him but also left him with a lot more questions as well. The confirmation had been enough to drive him to find his friend, to settle in with Steve who had all the answers that the Smithsonian did not. There were faces there in the exhibits that were shadows of a life he still couldn't remember well, but it had been his initial lifeline back then. Now it seemed so paltry considering all the wild stories that Steve told him about the war, Brooklyn, their friendship, the stupid stuff they had done for no other reason than to do it.

He made no effort to move away from Steve, no effort to stop kissing the soft skin that had just a hint of sweat on it. He sucked a hickey into one spot on Steve's neck, but he knew that it would fade quickly and didn't care one bit. He slowly relaxed even more, his motions slowing, his belly full of good food, his mind a pleasant haze of all the good things they had done and would do. He closed his eyes, nestled his face into Steve's neck and slowly drifted off he sleep, completely uncaring about the state of the room that they were occupying. All that mattered was that they were together and they were relatively safe.

No matter how Steve personally felt about the Smithsonian exhibit he was glad it was there. There so that people may learn at least some few facts about his old friends and more importantly, had given Bucky a nudge in the right direction towards Steve. Even if the information at the exhibit contained the bare minimum of their shared history, Steve was happy to fill in the blanks for Bucky, to tell Bucky everything he wanted to know, either in words or in pictures. It didn't matter that Bucky didn't remember everything, that he was here, that he stayed and had the desire to know more was enough for Steve.

Steve sighed into soft skin as Bucky peppered kisses back onto him and even sucked a mark into his skin. It would be gone within the hour he knew and Steve felt just a bit regretful about it. He continued to pet Bucky's hair and mouth back at Bucky's neck and ear, his own actions slowing down as his eyelids began to droop as well. It's been a long day for him already and now that he had Bucky's familiar weight on him even in a bed that was not his own he drifted readily into sleep, more at ease than he had been in the last few days.

And when he woke, it was to a room with feathers scattered everywhere surrounding and on the bed and a clock showing a time an hour and a half later than he usually would have slept. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what happened last night and he smiled fondly down at the mess of dark brown hair still resting on his chest and shoulder.

Steve was always warm and solid underneath him, and it didn't matter that their surroundings were different from usual. It had been a long day, both with the start of his own mission and then coming here to find Steve and while they had had only a few hours together and there were sirens down in the streets as the HYDRA base was dealt with now that it was exposed, he slept easily and well from where he had lay himself down. Between the two of them, he considered this the safest place to be.

Aside from straightening his legs in the night, he remained a heavy weight on his friend's chest. There was considerable comfort as he rose and fell with each of Steve's deep breaths in sleep, something that made him think of different times when the opposite would be true. Maybe he was remembering a time when Steve was small and needed his chest to rest on. Maybe he was remembering way back when they were children.

Slowly, he shifted on Steve's chest and opened his eyes, which sharpened when he realized he was awake. His eyes flicked around the room to find the place in a state of disarray from feathers, and he slowly lifted his head from where it had rested against Steve's shoulder. He bit back a yawn and instead stretched slightly before finding himself looking down into Steve's face which wore a fond smile. "I suspect we slept too long. Are you feeling well?"

The hotel had very good soundproofing (it had to, at the price it charged), nearly on par with what the Tower had. But Steve could still hear the sounds of local authority responding to the 'mess' he and Bucky had 'cleaned up' yesterday. On an ordinary day he would have been up and about already, probably starting on debriefing on any missions that he part in yesterday, certainly had have breakfast and gone for a run already. But they'd sent him here on 'vacation' so Steve thought himself justified in leaving any HYDRA related cleanup to the rest of the Avengers.

He could feel it, the moment when Bucky started to wake up, that minute shift in body movement and breathing. When they had been young children, they had napped together often enough on the same bed, curled up closely together on limited space. What did they call it these days? Big spoon and little spoon? As the thought passed through his head he couldn't help but smile, a silly little smile in response to it. Yes, back in those days he'd been a 'little spoon' and Bucky the 'big spoon'. He rather missed that sometimes, the way his body was small enough that Bucky could fit around him easily.

Steve stayed relaxed and at ease as Bucky woke up completely and his eyes followed Bucky's gaze around their room. "I feel completely well." He answered reassuringly. "We've both had a long day yesterday and our bodies were aware of it." He scrounged up onto his arms and leaned his head in close to Bucky's. "Shower for both of us then...hmm...it's a bit late for breakfast...brunch I think. I can order in again, unless you want to go out instead?" There was a buffet as part of the hotel that Steve had tried but he'd found the amount and variety of food offered overwhelming, not to mention the amount of people there. He didn't enjoy it and he doubted Bucky would either.

Calm and secure where he was, he lounged purposefully on Steve's chest even as his eyes moved around the room looking for discrepancies from what he remembered from the night before. This arrangement had become familiar to him as well, though it wasn't always just like this either. Sometimes they were on their sides, sometimes he could convince Steve to switch, other times they weren't even at the pillows but the opposite way. This was still the exact way that he liked to sleep, curled up or at least close to Steve's dependable warmth and solidness.

"It's later than it usually is," he pointed out, though he recognized that Steve probably already knew that. They did not make it a habit to sleep in, but it had been a long and trying day, so this change in their schedule seemed perfectly acceptable. He lifted his head from where it had come to rest on Steve's shoulder and immediately kissed his friend's lips in a very 'good morning' way. "Yes, shower together and then eat here."

He preferred to avoid public places when he ate given his reactions. Plus, he wasn't going to risk being stared at on such an auspicious day, the first day of their holiday and road trip together. He reached out and picked a feather from Steve's hair, examining it and then nuzzling his friend as he slid his body off to the side. "Once we bathe and eat, we can start our trip?"

Steve slipped his hands behind his head in a casual pose, waiting until Bucky finished his visual inspection of their surroundings. Other than the addition of feathers, nothing has changed. In any case, with their enhanced hearings any surprise 'visitors' would be detected before they got one foot in the door, Steve was sure. Especially Bucky, who seemed to sleep with one ear open, no matter their sleeping positions. Most often then not that was draped over Steve's torso, their legs entangled. At Bucky's insistence, occasionally Steve would be the one draped over Bucky, though he was rather dubious about Bucky's comfort like this; how could he be when Steve was both bigger and heavier than he was?

"We ARE on vacation, or at least I am." Steve responded wryly. "That's the entire point of them sending me here, however sneaky they thought were being. And that's one you do on vacations I think. Sleep as late as you want, go to bed as late as you want?" Steve rather doubted he would if it had been a normal day yesterday. His days in the army has firmly fixed his habits into sleeping early and rising early. Steve returned the quick peck of his lips with a quick one of his own. "You can start the shower first, I need to make a few calls...order breakfast and arrange for a rental car."

He grinned at the feather picked out of his hair, an inevitable consequence of sleeping in a mess of destroyed pillows without cleaning up first, sliding off the bed after Bucky and pressing another quick kiss to Bucky's cheek in response to the nuzzling. "Yes...well...after we clean up the feathers here. The staff doesn't need extra work cleaning that up, that was all us." He was going to be leaving a big tip to the cleaning staff as well.

Slowly, he turned his head as he folded his mismatched arms across the top of Steve's chest and rested his chin there, peering down into his friend's face, mirroring a casualness that he often didn't feel. This time he did, especially as he stretched his legs and tangled their feet together, considering the sheer notion of a holiday. He couldn't remember ever having one, though he supposed every day not serving HYDRA was probably what a vacation was supposed to feel like.

"But didn't we just sleep late because we were exhausted and because you were potentially experimented on?" He had slept well because Steve was here, and he had eaten very well just before bed too. That seemed like a reasonable explanation as any as to why they had slept beyond when they normally awakened and gotten on with their exercise or eating or whatever it was that happened to be planned for the day.

"Not together?" He frowned but pushed himself up off of Steve's body and stretching when he had regained his feet. He nodded, obediently wandering off to the bathroom in order to give Steve space to do whatever was necessary to set things right for this little road trip and he cleaned himself up with a shower. He made certain to be conservative with the hot water, and fifteen minutes later, he was wandering out again in nothing more than a towel around his waist. "Your turn?"

The position they were both in on the bed puts Bucky's nose right within kissing distance, so Steve gives in to the temptation, leaning up just a bit to quickly peck there with his lips. He loved seeing Bucky like this, all loose and relaxed and he was gladder than ever that his proposal of a vacation was taken so well. He couldn't quite remember ever having taken one either; before the war, he'd have considered holidays were for rich people who could afford to take days off of a job without suffering the financial consequences for it. And then there was the war, and no one even thought seriously of one while on the front lines.

"Well, most likely. But I think that's also the point of a vacation. To not follow your everyday schedule and do something different. Or not as you choose." Steve always slept better when Bucky was near, safe and sleeping well. A part Steve was kind of itching to go out on a run as he usually did, though right now he felt more like getting mundane things such as eating and showering out of the way to start their much anticipated roadtrip.

He pressed a quick kiss to Bucky's cheek and answered rather apologetically. "Another time. If we want to leave today I should make those calls now." He should also at least give one of the Avengers a heads up that they were leaving Vegas. Steve watched as Bucky disappeared off into the bathroom and reached for the phone on the bedside table to start his calls, only to finish the last one just as Bucky re-entered the room again and Steve trailed his eyes appreciatively down Bucky's mostly naked body. "Yes. Breakfast will be sent up in about twenty minutes." He stretched and took the few steps to the attached bathroom to start his morning cleanup routine.

"I wouldn't know. I don't remember ever having a vacation before, unless you count being frozen for months or years. I suspect that's more of a long sleep rather than a vacation," he reflected even as he finished up with what he was doing. He watched Steve, noting that his friend was off of the phone and clearly had made whatever arrangements were necessary for them to head out on their trip when it suited them.

"Twenty minutes. Right, I will be dressed and waiting," he said, nodding his head. He would not bring a knife to that service either, aware that most people didn't take well unless it was Steve or Natasha, both of whom indulged him in such antics. Hotel staff seemed not to be equipped to deal with it.

Instead, he padded to the bedroom to dry himself off completely and pull on a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey long-sleeved shirt. He tossed a red collared shirt over top, but he left it unbuttoned and instead decided to groom himself appropriately. He tied his hair up into a simple tail and then applied the simple leather gloves that were far more appropriate when dealing with the public. He found people stared at his metal fingers, so it was best to keep them from attracting attention.

Then he began the clean up of feathers in the bedroom, putting them into a pillow case to be removed.

"It'll be something new for both of us. Together." He answered. And that was a good thought, Steve considered as he began to clean himself in the opulent bathroom provided as part of the hotel suite. Bucky didn't really remember too much about the America that was in their childhood and young adulthood and the one Steve remembered didn't really exist any more. Like he'd told Bucky, there had been a brief attempt at exploration of this new world he woke up in but his heart hadn't really been in it. It would be different this time, Steve is sure.

Twenty minutes was plenty of time for Steve to brush his teeth and take a quick shower. Army habits of washing as quickly as possible (and not waste hot water) was still very much ingrained into him. It was only when he and Bucky were washing together that these habits fall to the side. He spent a minute checking his own reflection in the mirror before deciding that the peach fuzz that was starting to show on his face didn't warrant shaving yet...in fact, it might be a good idea to grow it into a full beard. It might help him stay off the radar of the media in their raodtrip, another form of disguise other than the old hat and hoodie trick.

He smiled to see Bucky already cleaning up the feathers from last night and already dressed. "Let me get dressed and I'll help with that." Steve called out as he padded into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist much like Bucky did minutes ago. If the staff were as punctual about bringing up breakfast like they were last night they still had some time.

It seemed to him that neither of them were in a habit of being wasteful with anything, not even time, unless they were doing something together. That was when habits fell away and they took as long as they liked or acted out like boys again, as the pillows showed easily. It was a fact that he hadn't missed, but he very often just dismissed as them trying to live a life that had previously been denied to them both for various reasons. Everyone else seemed to take longer with most things after all.

He turned his head when Steve entered the bedroom and paused in the motions of collecting up feathers at the sight of his friend in nothing more than a towel. His gaze crawled over every inch of leg before it disappeared under the material and then up above along Steve's stomach and chest. He rose to his feet, pillow and feathers forgotten as he prowled over to his feet.

He reached out and smoothed his hands over the hot damp skin of Steve's belly and then leaned in to collect sliding droplets of water that traced their way down his friend's neck. He gathered a few on his tongue and then sucked briefly on Steve's earlobe before he convinced himself that that was enough affection displayed. They wouldn't be productive if they got onto such antics after all.

He had paused in the middle of getting out clean clothes for the day (and was reminded that he needs to pack if they were leaving today) when Bucky started stalking over and his eyes were caught at the way Bucky's hips swayed even in those few steps it took to close the distance between them. Steve inhaled sharply at the first touch from gloved hands passed over the still wet skin of his belly, then relaxed, eyes sliding half closed as a warm wet tongue licking up his neck. A low soft noise of disappointment escaped his lips when Bucky's lips left his ear and Steve couldn't help but reach out and tangled one hand into the hair at the back of Bucky's neck to pull the other man closer, loosening the hair tie in the process of capturing Bucky's lips with his own in a kiss.

Steve had only just started to slide his hands underneath Bucky's shirt in search of skin when the suite's door chime rang, signalling that their breakfast had arrived and interrupting their very pleasant activity. Instinctively he turned towards the door to answer it only to realize in his next step that he wasn't dressed. And he wasn't about to answer the door still damp and only in a towel, no matter that hotel staff has seen far worse. "Bucky, can you...?" He sent beseeching eyes towards his friend's way even as he hurried to dry himself off fully.

It was so easy to fall into this warm moment between them, that span between being close and being together. There was something all too tempting with the way that Steve's fingers found his neck, keeping his close and encouraging his behaviour as their lips met. He shivered and stroked his hands up Steve's belly again then curled them around his friend's waist in full preparation to pull Steve up against him so he could maneuver them as he pleased.

He pressed his skin into Steve's hands, eager and pliant as his hands stroked up his friend's back and their kiss seemed so ready to intensify when... the door chimed. He growled softly, annoyed to be disturbed, and he only pulled away very reluctantly. He looked very put upon that he was going to be the one required to open the door, but he went, his eyes fixed on Steve until he couldn't see his friend anymore.

He answered the door with a flat stare, ignored the looks to his metal arm and allowed the staff to set breakfast down and take away the dishes from the meal that they had consumed the night before. He only grunted his thanks and showed them out quickly and pointedly because he didn't want them to linger because Steve happened to be around and could be possibly pestered with questions. No, this was their vacation, and it wasn't getting disturbed by hotel staff wanting to catch a glimpse of Captain America.

A soft, raspy moan escaped Steve as he felt Bucky press back into his touch and hands smoothing up his back along the spin. Time always seemed to be both faster and slower at the same time whenever he and Bucky started indulging themselves in this form of intimacy. Slower, because there were times it was as if he was floating in a sea of warmth and sensation and time lost all meaning. Faster, because inevitably when they did finish Steve would look up to find that more time had passed than he thought. And he couldn't help feel a flash of annoyance as well when the door chime interrupted them just when he wanted to draw out their pleasurable activity for a while longer, jolting him unpleasantly out of the warm glow of sensations.

Seeing the almost-pout on Bucky's face at being asked to get the door, Steve couldn't help but give Bucky another quick peck on the lips as if to make up for having to do it in the first place. He could feel Bucky's eyes on him as he hurriedly took out a long-sleeved t-shirt and pants, dropping the towel entirely until Bucky finally disappeared from view. He would have gotten the door himself but as discrete the hotel staff have been so far (with one exception, a bell-boy who wanted his autograph), answering the door damp with nothing but a towel on was just asking for trouble.

He stepped back out into the main area of the suite just as the last of the waitstaff cleared out with the dirty plates from last night and smelled the air appreciatively. Eggs, bacon, French Toast and coffee were laid out for them on the coffee table. "Let's eat? Then we can pack and clean up and be on our way. The hotel staff says they'll have a rental waiting for us whenever we're ready to go."

He oversaw the waitstaff clearing things and made certain that there was no snooping into other areas of their room for the time being. He set himself close to the door to make it clear that they could do their job and then leave because this was his private time with Steve. He even managed to set aside any desire to eat with this new mini-mission that he had undertaken with the door. He only let his guard back down when the waitstaff left with their cart, and he could shut and lock the door again.

He smoothed at his shirt as he leaned his ear closed to the door to make certain that they were actually being left alone. It was only when he was satisfied that he looked over at Steve again, and he padded over to the meal that had been set out.

The Soldier smelled first before he took the same seat that he had sat in the night before and began to dish himself out some food, taking enough to fill his stomach but less than Steve himself needed. He started first, aware that he would finish second given the time that it took him. He was added pepper to his eggs as he peered at his friend. "And the right agencies know that you're going to be off the grid for a little while? We aren't going to be followed by helicopters, right?"

Honestly if the waitstaff wanted to snoop in his room they wouldn't find much to snoop about. He had a tablet and a phone of course, but those were locked with a password when not with him. Steve tried to keep the suite as clean and neat as possible in the few days he'd been here before Bucky had joined him as to not make any extra work for the hotel cleaning staff. Tony had disconcerted him with stories about certain select pieces of clothing being stolen from hotel rooms and auctioned off but nothing had gone missing so far as he could see.

Steve helped himself generously to the platters spread out on the table after Bucky had done so. The food was as good as the ones they had last night. "Yes. I called the others while you were in the shower and told them our plans for the next week or so. I also told them not to bother us unless it's an emergency. Natasha or Clint will inform SHIELD." He suspected someone will be keeping tabs on them anyway, but as long as they were discreet and leaves them some privacy Steve wasn't inclined to make a fuss about it. For now anyway. The idea of a private vacation was too nice to start a war over being followed. "If someone was following us in a helicopter I'll really have some things to say to some people and they won't like it."

"I don't believe that we will be allowed our freedom easily," he reflected as he picked up his fork but delayed in digging into his meal for the fact that most of the conversation would be cut off when he did. "Perhaps we should sneak out a window and steal a vehicle, switch plates outside of town and carry on our way." He knew that it wouldn't be difficult, not with so many vehicles and if they picked one that was a common make and colour, it would be easy to find a second and switch the plates so that it couldn't be reported as stolen. Then they would be allowed their privacy for as long as they took it.

Of course, the moment that Steve answered the phone, he had no doubt that Stark would be tracking them through some kind of GPS. They would be long out of Vegas at least. "You could just throw your shield and down it. I've seen you do it," he pointed out as he took his first bite of eggs and sighed contently as flavour flooded his mouth. He hunkered down to eat, savouring each bite and chewing slowly.

Steve was already shaking his head before Bucky finished his proposal on how to shake their unwanted followers. "No stealing." This wasn't wartime Germany after all or even during a mission like the one he stole with Natasha during the mess with Project Insight (and he eventually repaid the owner of that vehicle the full cost of a new one plus a bit extra). "If you don't like how traceable a rental would be we can go out and buy a used one. There must be someone, maybe out in the countryside, willing to part with an old car for cash." Even theft would probably not deter a determined tracker for long.

"I'm also not potentially killing anyone just for following us." Steve answered, then tacked on. "Unless they were HYDRA. And I doubt anyone seriously interested in following us around would be so conspicuous as to chase around in a helicopter." Well, maybe Tony Stark might but he also knew Tony could probably just track them via his phone or something else. He gave a quick shake of his head and Bucky a wry smile before picking up his cup of coffee. "Eat. We can discuss it later."

He grunted at the rule, though he would abide by it. He simply knew that it would be near impossible to stay hidden unless one or both of them had brought some sort of fake identification for any vehicle that they acquired. He knew that wasn't happening, which meant that they would be tracked somehow and thus would have only an illusion and peace and quiet to enjoy themselves. It was perhaps the life that Steve had been dealt being so famous and prized as a national icon of the country. "And we need insurance to run any car," he pointed out. "Which requires providing an identity."

Well, he supposed he understood the no-killing rule, as it would attract unwanted attention, which was no good for a vacation. "HYDRA is the silent knife for the most part," he replied with a shrug and chewed thoughtfully on a forkful of eggs. "We shouldn't put it off. We either accept that we will be tracked somehow or make plans to slip away entirely together."

If Bucky wanted to go entirely off the radar, it would take much longer than the half day they had talked about it to prepare, especially with the two of them. With cameras, satellite tracking and probably more technology Steve could only imagine that already exists it was definitely more difficult to disappear than what had been seventy years ago. Bucky himself did it quite well by himself right after the mess with HYDRA and the hellicarriers at DC but it'll be harder with the two of them. Especially when Steve's face was so well know. He ran a hand over the barely-there stubble on his cheek as he took a bite of his waffle and washed it down with more coffee. When his facial hair grows in some more hopefully people will stop giving him second looks on the street. "That's true enough." Steve answered Bucky's comment belatedly.

HYDRA was very good at being unseen until it was too late. "I've been followed around more or less or kept under some sort of watch all the time since I got the serum. So it's up to you how much effort you want to make into throwing people off our trail." Steve gestures an empty fork up and down at himself. "You could say I'm used to it at this point." SHIELD, the old one, had given him the illusion of privacy at least though he learned his lesson quickly about the lack of privacy via Sharon Carter.

He had disappeared under lesser conditions, but he had to admit that Steve made things a bit more difficult given that the man was plastered all over the news, billboards and no doubt was known in all manner of facial recognition programs. It would just take a little more work, but then again, there was that rule about no stealing, which was entirely unfair. Besides, it wasn't technically stealing if they intended to give it back afterwards, maybe just with an increase in the mileage. Stealing would be so much easier, he thought to himself between bites of eggs.

"Depends if you're going to let me do anything fun to do so," he replied after swallowing his mouthful. "I mean, I'm highly effective at shaking people, but it seems like you're setting the rules so far on how to go about this little vacation." He returned to his meal because not doing so would mean taking a long time eating. "Constantly being watched is bothersome."

"Somehow, I have the feeling your definition of 'fun' coincides with Natasha's when it comes to staying under the radar." Steve said dryly. It was also a sharp reminder of the differences between Bucky-that-was and the Bucky that sits next to him (and not just the way they ate either.) Bucky's idea of fun before the war consisted of dancing, dates with pretty dames, dragging Steve to double dates, dragging Steve to Corney Island and other fairs. He idly pushed leftover bits of eggs and bacon around his plate before decidedly shaking off his suddenly maudlin thoughts and spearing a piece of waffle. "So why don't you tell me what you would have BOTH of us do to shake off any followers and I'll yay or nay on the parts and we can discuss?"

Really though, having to duck and hide everywhere seemed oddly stressful and at odds with a vacation meant to be relaxing for them both. While constantly being watched would be irritating as Bucky stated, so would having to travel like fugitives on the run. Surely there could be some sort of compromise between the two?

"It is along similar lines, I have no doubt," he replied because he and the Widow had often shaken off pursuit in much the same way. He wouldn't even say that he was better at it than she was, but he could disappear more readily into shadows where she was far better at blending into crowds and slipping away. He picked at his eggs a little as he considered the suggestion, and he didn't think that much of it was anything that Steve was going to allow readily, given that no killing was off the books already. "Well, your shadow jumping needs some work," he pointed out with a tilt of his head. "I was going to say catching the first one we find and threatening him and his organization with untoward pain, but I feel like you're going to veto that."

He would prefer to think of their activities as a big game of hide and seek where they just happened to be much better and careful about getting caught. He could see how that would make a difference though with Steve being involved. He picked up a slice of apple and chewed on it to keep him on task. "I just want to spend time with you, not you and whoever happens to be watching at the time."

[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

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