“Well, the only good Nazi’s a dead one,” Bucky’s grin is a humorless one, the kind you’d only get at seeing what they were capable of. Far as Bucky sees it, the world would be a lot better off without a single one. Even though you got HYDRA with the the whole ‘cut off one head, another takes its place’ song and dance, well, maybe you just had to kill them fast enough.

“I’m not big on seeing if they’ll kick us out," Bucky says The owners might, seeing two Submissives loitering around their doorway.

Bucky glances at the plastic sheet, which he hopes is big enough for cover for two, then he glances down at the loaned jacket. After a second, he starts to shrug it off, the cool air raising goosebumps along his skin as he starts to neatly fold the jacket up and tuck it under his arm so it’ll be angled in the center of their cover. Nice and safe from the rain. His clothes are already ruined. Why ruin Hicks’ as well?

“Come on, let’s blow this joint.”