'You guys seriously don't have a car?' Clara groaned, shifting her weighty bag as they headed down the many streets towards wherever it was that Bucky was leading them.

The two men ignored her question, turning down another street, Sam just a step behind Bucky, and Clara dragging behind a little further. Sure, she had been continually sitting for the last few hours, but all she had been doing over the last day and a half was walking, walking and more walking. 'Hey, it's Black Falcon! What's up?'

'It's just Falcon, kid,' Sam replied to the young boy who had noticed the hero heading down the street.

'No, no,' the boy waggled a finger, clearly knowing better than Sam. 'My daddy told me it's Black Falcon.'

'Is it cause I'm black, and I'm the Falcon?' He asked, already knowing the answer.

The boy looked at him as though the question was some sort of trap. 'Well, technically, I mean, yes.'

'So are you, like, Black Kid?' Sam let his smile break when the boy rolled his eyes, his friend laughing beside him. 'I got him, right?' He chuckled, giving the other boy a jovial tap on the shoulder as the three of them continued down the path.

'Whatever, man.' They first boy waved him off, dropping to take a seat next to his friend, a smile spread across his face in a show of good jest.

Only a few houses further down the road, and Clara watched as Bucky stepped up onto the front porch of an old house. 'Stay,' he told her. She pulled her head back at the order, her eyebrows raised in show of shock. Sam cleared his throat, looking from Bucky to Clara. Bucky, for his part, glared at him, knowing full well what Sam was expecting, and deciding he wasn't going to go back on his words. 'He doesn't like visitors.'

Sam turned to Clara, giving her another glance up and down as he narrowed his eyes. He wanted to believe she had been sent by S.H.I.E.L.D., for her sake more than anything, but there was something about her story that was off - something not quite sitting right with Sam.

The uniform was one of the few things convincing him that she did really work for them; a black jacket and a pair of black pants with grey piping and grey detailing giving a clean-cut, professional look, something Sam doubted she'd be able to pull together on her own. Not only that, but it did look like something S.H.I.E.L.D. would design. Hell, he'd seen Nat wear similar enough uniforms - made out of the same materials too.

And, forgetting how she presented herself for a moment and focusing on how she behaved, Sam could see that although she wasn't completely mature in her approach to conversing with them, and that she often let her emotions lead the conversation, she was working towards the same goal with an unwavering determination to reach it.

Sam finally gave her a nod, acting somewhat on a whim, but knowing that his instincts were usually proven to be right in the end. Her eyes lit up as he did, the expression reminding Sam of just how young she was. She grinned, turning to look at the pretty empty street before walking around a tall bush, and coming out invisible on the other side. While she was sure nobody was looking or taking any notice of her, Clara thought it better to play it safe, and only disappeared once she was out of sight.

Clara had to admit, she was fairly surprised by his decision, but she wasn't going to question it. She would, however, make the trust she had built at whatever point last as long as she could manage.

'Seriously?' Bucky grumbled to Sam as he knocked his fist on the screen door, the metal rattling as he did.

'I think we can trust her,' Sam admitted, looking around as if trying to spot her standing beside them.

Clara was about to speak to let him know her position, when the door in front of them was pulled open. A teenager not much younger than her stood on the other side of the metal-framed screen, looking at both Sam and Barnes with suspicion filling his gaze.

'We're here to see Isaiah,' Barnes told him.

The teenager looked him up and down. 'Nobody named Isaiah live here.' The teenager looked him up and down. He was quite sure he had never seen either man around there before.

'Look, we just want to talk to him,' Bucky replied in his usual dull tones, not helping convince the boy to let them in.

'You must not've heard what I just said,' he told them, beginning to grow a little defensive at the two men as he stood a little straighter. 'You ain't getting in this house. Y'all can leave now.'

'Tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here,' Bucky continued. 'He's gonna know what that means.'

'All right, wait here.' He backed into the house, not taking his eyes off the man until the door was closed once again.

Sam took the opportunity to speak again as they waited for his return. 'Nice kid. How'd you know this guy?'

'I used to,' Bucky said. 'We had a skirmish during the Korean war.'

'And he got out of it alive?' Clara raised an eyebrow, both men turning to look in her direction.

Back in the Korean war, Bucky would've working under HYDRA as the Winter Soldier, and for the most part, the Winter Soldier never left a witness alive to tell the tale. So, unless this guy was working for HYDRA, too, the only other possibility was that he was a Super Soldier strong enough to beat another. At least that explained why Barnes thought to go to him for more information.

The realisation had struck Clara as the door opened again, the teenager standing in the doorway, and an old man standing further back in the room. 'Today's your lucky day,' the teenager said, swinging open the screen. 'He said he wanna see for himself.'

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