Detonate ~Bucky Barnes~

Chapter 4

"You're right," Sam laughed. "You're fucking crazy."

"What?" Elisaveta asked, confused. "I said the idea was... You know what, never mind. All I'm saying is that it can't hurt to go out, get away from this building. You can't tell me that you aren't all a little bit stir crazy being cooped up in here."

Elisaveta rolled her eyes at Sam as he continued to laugh at her suggestion. She knew it was a crazy idea, that's why she made it very clear to the three men before she suggested it. And she should have guessed that Sam would continue to call her crazy; he still wasn't very fond of her. But in her defense, she never even touched him. He was the one who ran her over with a car. If anyone should harbor hard feelings, it should be Elisaveta. But, she wasn't one to hold grudges, so she let it go and looked at Steve.

"It's not all that crazy," Steve said slowly. "They're still looking for the Lieutenant and we've been here too long. It might be good to go out, maybe scout out another place to stay until everything settles down."

"Coney Island is one big crowd," Bucky said. "It would be easy to blend in."

"You're both seriously considering this?" Sam asked, bewildered. "She's a wanted fugitive! Do you honestly think people won't recognize her?"

Elisaveta sighed, dropping her head into her hands. She should have just kept her mouth shut and let someone else suggest something to do for the rest of the day. Standing from the couch, she turned her back on the three men and began walking toward her cell to spend the rest of her day on the Internet.

"You're talking as if we're angels," Steve said calmly. "We aren't exactly on everyone's hero list. Have you forgotten about the Accords? Or how we've hurt more people than we've saved? We're all in the same boat, Sam, and we need to keep moving. If the government or law enforcement catches on to us, the only list we'll be on is the same one as Elisaveta."

Sam glared at Steve and then made the effort to throw an even harsher glare at Elisaveta over his shoulder. She just stared back, her face blank and arms crossed. Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look at Bucky, who had been sitting silently, watching Elisaveta as the argument between Sam and Steve droned on.

"Fine," Sam said. "But what about Metal Arm over here? Sure he can handle all the crowds? He doesn't exactly have a track record of being normal."

"Steve's right," Bucky said as he stood from the couch. "We need to keep moving."

"Besides, Elisaveta hasn't seen anything but white walls since we found her," Steve said, throwing her a pitying glance. "Fresh air would do her some good. It would do us all some good. Maybe we can even get some information on this whole fugitive thing."

"Great," Elisaveta said. "Now that this dispute has been settled, anyone have a hat and some new clothes? I'm a fugitive, remember?"

******

Elisaveta strode out of the building in her disguise: a loose fitted white t-shirt that fell past her butt (it was Steve's), a pair of black leggings that a girl named Natasha supposedly left behind, her black, calf-high combat boots, and to top it off, her curls were pulled through the back of a black baseball cap that Steve had lent her. It was a little chilly outside, but nothing she couldn't handle. The sun was out and shone on her bare arms, instantly warming her. She smiled, closed her eyes and dropped her head back to enjoy the early morning rays on her face. It had felt like ages since she'd seen the sun like this and not briefly from the small window in her cell all those years ago. When she opened her eyes, Elisaveta was surprised to find that Bucky was watching her. His eyes met hers and he attempted a smile. She could tell he was nervous. His entire body seemed tense, his movements stiff and the hand of his synthetic arm was shoved so deep into his hoodie pocket that she was surprised it hadn't ripped yet.