Steve indulged the kiss, happy that Rumlow was okay, and feeling a bit of that heartpounding adrenaline himself from the jump. He grinned and pressed his forehead to Brock's for a moment. "I'm so glad you're okay."
Then he drew back and hurried down the corridor, drawing Rumlow with him. "Come on. We've got to catch up with the others."
Outside, there were a lot of HYDRA soldiers getting their asses kicked by GIs. Steve spent the next little while helping them to mop up while the facility itself collapsed and burned, then rounding up all the former prisoners and sorting out the wounded. They would need to walk out of enemy territory, but at least Steve knew which way to go.
Still, even as four hundred men began their joyous march back to safety, Steve was despondent and quiet. He had saved a lot of people, but Bucky was still missing, and he had no idea which facility he was in. Assuming that he was in any of the places marked on the map.
That night, as they made camp, Captain America pretended to smile and acknowledged the back slaps and thanks from the various former prisoners. But as soon as he could, he slipped away and sat by a tree, looking back the way they had come, struggling with himself. The others would be all right now. He could just go, and keep looking for Bucky.
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Then he drew back and hurried down the corridor, drawing Rumlow with him. "Come on. We've got to catch up with the others."
Outside, there were a lot of HYDRA soldiers getting their asses kicked by GIs. Steve spent the next little while helping them to mop up while the facility itself collapsed and burned, then rounding up all the former prisoners and sorting out the wounded. They would need to walk out of enemy territory, but at least Steve knew which way to go.
Still, even as four hundred men began their joyous march back to safety, Steve was despondent and quiet. He had saved a lot of people, but Bucky was still missing, and he had no idea which facility he was in. Assuming that he was in any of the places marked on the map.
That night, as they made camp, Captain America pretended to smile and acknowledged the back slaps and thanks from the various former prisoners. But as soon as he could, he slipped away and sat by a tree, looking back the way they had come, struggling with himself. The others would be all right now. He could just go, and keep looking for Bucky.