Steve had no idea just how right he was with thinking of brainwashing, and yet no clue just how bad the whole world had become. James Barnes died a long time ago after falling from a train; he resisted for a long time, for months during which Captain America went on a rampage slaughtering any HYDRA bases he came across, but then the idiot had put his plane in the ice.

The day they told him that Steve was dead, that was the day they broke him.

James eyed the car sceptically for a few minutes, assessing it for how inconspicuous it would be, how well it would run, and if it might be a trap. He got down on his knees and pulled a few wires free from under the car and then nodded.

"It'll do for now, get in."

He was driving. No arguments.

"...we're going south, and then I'll draw up a more complete plan."