Running was more comfortable to Steve than many people in the propaganda department liked to think. When cornered, when standing up for someone else, he stood his ground. This was less about being right and defending that righteousness and more about escape. He was perfectly capable of escaping, especially when he didn’t have enough information to do otherwise.

Trying to pace himself, to run more like a normal human being, however, wasn’t something Steve had a lot of practice with. He gave it his all, holding back only due to safety of others. Trying to mimic them, however, wasn’t so easy. He’d broken a lot of things at first until he trained his hands not to exert so much strength, but he’d never had to train his legs for that.

Steve took off, banking cars and jumping over dumpsters. People in masks and red HYDRA kraken symbols came after him, but Steve stayed just ahead and tried to give them no reason to keep after him. Especially when Bucky ramped up behind him.

At least he had his shield, scooped up on the way out. He shimmied up a drain pipe to a second story building overlooking the rocky shore of the ocean by the coast when he was sure no one was after him and hunkered down in the shade.

He didn’t know to stay clear of Big Brother. He didn’t even know what surveillance was, but he did know to keep out of sight and in the shadow.