Twelve hours didn't seem fair for coming up with a full blown out plan but Steve took it. He wasn't going to make a fuss over how arbitrary that was. He knew that Bucky likely was acting with autonomy for the first time in a very long time and so he would just follow along with him.
Mostly. Until his plan wasn't good enough. And then there would be fighting. It was just in their cards, nothing he could directly help, unfortunately.
"Feels like we're in a dime book," Steve said after awhile. He was smart, had always been smart, and the serum helped him along with that but it was still an amazing feat that everything ended up making some sense to him in the end.
Life support. He was grinning every time he thought of it, despite what that meant. He was just a little slower on the language study than Bucky was because he didn't have a background in linguistics like his friend now did.
"Listen. I'm going to find out if there's food on this thing. And if there is, I'm going to eat a lot of it. I'll come back in... Four hours. Hopefully with a plan you like." He mostly just wanted to sleep, though. But sleep wasn't going to help his friends.
Four hours and a full belly later had Steve brighter eyed than he had been. He'd cleaned off his face and washed his hands and his hair too and while he might still be in dirty clothes because he refused to wear anything he'd found in any of the rooms, he looked a thousand times better.
"We need to get Tony out first. He'll be able to figure out how to get this thing to jam the communications of the other ships," Steve said, hands on his hips. "So we will make a targeted strike to where he's held. Anyone we can free, we will. They'll be able to help us and create a diversion. Our mission will be to bring Stark on board and get out of here as quickly as possible."
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Twelve hours didn't seem fair for coming up with a full blown out plan but Steve took it. He wasn't going to make a fuss over how arbitrary that was. He knew that Bucky likely was acting with autonomy for the first time in a very long time and so he would just follow along with him.
Mostly. Until his plan wasn't good enough. And then there would be fighting. It was just in their cards, nothing he could directly help, unfortunately.
"Feels like we're in a dime book," Steve said after awhile. He was smart, had always been smart, and the serum helped him along with that but it was still an amazing feat that everything ended up making some sense to him in the end.
Life support. He was grinning every time he thought of it, despite what that meant. He was just a little slower on the language study than Bucky was because he didn't have a background in linguistics like his friend now did.
"Listen. I'm going to find out if there's food on this thing. And if there is, I'm going to eat a lot of it. I'll come back in... Four hours. Hopefully with a plan you like." He mostly just wanted to sleep, though. But sleep wasn't going to help his friends.
Four hours and a full belly later had Steve brighter eyed than he had been. He'd cleaned off his face and washed his hands and his hair too and while he might still be in dirty clothes because he refused to wear anything he'd found in any of the rooms, he looked a thousand times better.
"We need to get Tony out first. He'll be able to figure out how to get this thing to jam the communications of the other ships," Steve said, hands on his hips. "So we will make a targeted strike to where he's held. Anyone we can free, we will. They'll be able to help us and create a diversion. Our mission will be to bring Stark on board and get out of here as quickly as possible."