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psl for Steve, Nat, and Bucky OT3
[The Winter Soldier had killed hundreds of people over seven decades, a flawless weapon that obeyed without question and was capable of amazing feats. And yet it had only taken one week trying to kill Steve Rogers for all of that to unravel and splinter into nothing, leaving him in the wind and running for both his life and his freedom.
He ought to have known that no matter how good he was, there were others in the world just as good.
The Soldier had always been an assassin first and anything else second, so although he was good at infiltration, he didn't have spy level skills for simply disappearing off the radar. HYDRA had usually taken care of his exfiltration. He had skills, and desperation bred ingenuity, but he should have known that Romanoff would be able to find him and that she'd lead Rogers right to his location.
He's in Paris.
He's found an empty apartment waiting to be let, all stark white walls and polished wooden floorboards, and set his sleeping bag up in the corner. He knows they're coming, but he's been running for weeks and he's tired. So hungry that he could pass out, and so exhausted that his eyes keep drooping. He doesn't have it in him to run any more, he'll wait and face them. If it ends in a fight, so be it.]
He ought to have known that no matter how good he was, there were others in the world just as good.
The Soldier had always been an assassin first and anything else second, so although he was good at infiltration, he didn't have spy level skills for simply disappearing off the radar. HYDRA had usually taken care of his exfiltration. He had skills, and desperation bred ingenuity, but he should have known that Romanoff would be able to find him and that she'd lead Rogers right to his location.
He's in Paris.
He's found an empty apartment waiting to be let, all stark white walls and polished wooden floorboards, and set his sleeping bag up in the corner. He knows they're coming, but he's been running for weeks and he's tired. So hungry that he could pass out, and so exhausted that his eyes keep drooping. He doesn't have it in him to run any more, he'll wait and face them. If it ends in a fight, so be it.]