That was a look that Steve had seen many, many times. Bucky used to want to beat him senseless twice a week, mostly because Steve deserved it, and it was only because he was such a good fella that he didn’t kill his sickly, small, infuriating friend a thousand times over. Steve was no longer sickly or small, and Bucky had already punched him yesterday so they were off to a fine start at this new, impossible life they had together now.

Blue eyes turned sharp when Bucky approached, though he lowered the car door instead of lift it towards the man carrying two guns and stalking down the road in his direction.

“Your radar went off, but I think it’s not working,” Steve said, no longer worked up enough to try and sound out his words into a more Midwestern tongue. Neutral. Bland. God it was hard. “What can you tell me about their technology now?”