Chapter 5

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Bucky was finally freed from his therapy "prison", as he sometimes referred to it in his mind. Never to the doc's face, because he was pretty sure that she would reprimand him and that was something he tried to avoid at all costs.

But sometimes, he couldn't bite his tongue and said something that she would give him a disapproving look for.

Even if she seemed like she was disappointed when he would say things like this, she somewhat enjoyed it because she found some of it funny.

Like when he tried to tell her that she was wrong about his lack of friendships.

He sounded like a little kid arguing with his parents for more screen time as he tried to tell her that he actually had friends. His phone at the time said otherwise, with just Steve, Sam, and Percy in his contacts.

He drove back to the tower, where sure enough, Percy was standing on the curb and waiting for Bucky.

"Sweet ride, but we've got somewhere that we've gotta go." Bucky looked confused, the top down on his car.


"Am I allowed to know where?" Percy grinned and got in on the passenger side.


"Not now, but I think you'll be able to figure it out at some point anyway." Percy shut the car door behind him and buckled his seatbelt.

"Turn left," he said as Bucky pulled away from the curb.

"Okay. So, is there anything I need to know about this place? What's my chance of making it out alive?" Percy grinned, putting his arm over the car door as Bucky drove down the street.

"Umm, ninety-five percent chance of coming out alive. Unless something goes sideways, I think you should be okay." Bucky almost stopped his car and turned around immediately after hearing that he may not come out alive.

"What do you mean ninety-five percent? I don't have much confidence in this if that number doesn't increase to, say, about a hundred."

"Turn right," Percy said, giving Bucky the directions to his secret destination. "But I mean, ninety-five is pretty good. And besides, it's a cool place." Bucky sighed, pressing the heel of his hand into the steering wheel and turning it around the corner.

"Fine, I'll take it. I've had worse odds."

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Bucky didn't even have as much as an idea as to where Percy was taking him; he just drove the car where Percy told him to and asked very few questions. He just shut up and drove with his brother, who was wearing a pair of jeans, blue Jordans, and an "I Survived The Argo II" shirt.

Leo had made all of the seven a t-shirt commemorating the prophecy.

Bucky wore a pair of jeans, a pair of black Nike shoes and a black t-shirt. Percy turned the radio on, pushing the button to rotate through the stations until he found one playing rap.


"What is this?" Percy looked over to Bucky, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand.

"You've never heard Lil Uzi?" Bucky thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Don't think so. But I like it." Bucky listened to the new song that Percy apparently liked.

"How old is it?" Percy thought for a second.

"Um, I think That Way came out in like 2020. It's been, like, 4 years, so kind of a while." Bucky dug a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on, looking across the car at Percy as they drove down some backroad.

"So you're insinuating that it's an old song?" Percy leaned his elbow on the car door where the window was rolled down and propped his head up in his hand. He knew that he should probably choose his next words carefully, because Bucky hated it when people called recent things old.

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