For neverdanced and chernaya

[trainwrecked]

It was easier, these days. He was staying away from some of the things that he remembered more clearly, and reading up on things that he wanted to remember, but couldn't. It made him less volatile, and he knew he'd caused plenty enough damage already. He needed to stop, somehow.

Maybe, one day, try to atone for it, but he had no idea how to be that man, the man that people admired.

It wasn't easy. His memories were still a mushy mess. But it was easier. He'd lay low, away from DC and NYC, but close enough that he could use a good library. He'd use the traces of his programming to get resources, but wasn't braving an actual job, yet. He'd hide, until he knew he wasn't just going to maim somebody by lashing out at them for saying the wrong thing, innocent as it might seem to them.

He'd been doing fine. Right?

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[neverdanced]

Steve offered her a small smile as he headed over to meet her halfway. In his hand was a portfolio of all his findings. Not just the file she obtained for him, but some of the things he uncovered as well, of the more recent variety.

He used the hood of her car as a makeshift table and laid his map out for viewing. "I've been trying to pinpoint where Bucky is. I think he's somewhere in here-" He pointed to the area he outlined in a red circle. "I haven't narrowed it down more than that. A lot of this area is suburban, but there are still cities with a decent enough size that it'd be easy enough to disappear."

That was the problem. Steve looked over at her. "Will you help me find him? I don't want to give him a chance to run off again."