[He doesn't question if Steve can keep up, because of course he can, he's the only other person in the world with the serum in his veins. It's not a particularly long run at the speed they both go, about twenty minutes, before Bucky is shimmying into the skylight of a clearly abandoned building.
In the corner of one dusty room, a huge warehouse floor in what used to be a packing factory, is a ratty old sleeping bag and a backpack full of stuff. He's not ashamed at how he lives, just bending down to start rolling up the sleeping bag.]
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In the corner of one dusty room, a huge warehouse floor in what used to be a packing factory, is a ratty old sleeping bag and a backpack full of stuff. He's not ashamed at how he lives, just bending down to start rolling up the sleeping bag.]