'Oh! Of course,' Clara nodded. 'Zemo. That makes sense.'

'Let's find somewhere to stay for the night, then we'll head to Berlin Correctional Facility in the morning,' Sam suggested, neither of the other two protesting.

Clara raised an eyebrow. 'Does that include me as well?'

Sam stopped walking, turning to face her. 'I'm gonna be straight with you, okay?'

'Yeah, I'd prefer that,' Clara nodded.

'I don't want you out there fighting alone,' Sam held up a hand as Clara went to argue with him. 'I know, I get it. You're not just a kid, but you don't have the experience Bucky and I have, I don't care what you say you've done or how much training you've had - you just don't.'

Clara sighed, seeing he had a good point. 'Okay, that's fair. So why not send me home and do this just the two of you?'

Sam scoffed. 'I don't know you, Kid, not at all. But I do know that if I told you to go home, you wouldn't, and that would just mean you putting yourself in danger without us looking out for you. You're too much like him,' he pointed a thumb at Bucky.

'She is not!' Bucky blurted, speaking at the same time as Clara, who had said the same. They glared at each other for a moment, Sam stepping between them.

'Let's get to a motel and get some rest,' Sam urged them down the road. 'That way you can argue on a full night's sleep instead.'

'Fine,' Clara and Bucky said in unison.

After about a half-hour of walking, the three of them reached a motel. It wasn't the prettiest of places to stay, but it was within their price range. Sam spoke to the man at the front desk while Bucky and Clara waited outside, neither of them saying anything, just standing, staring at each other.

'I got us a room,' Sam said holding up a key as he walked out of the motel. 'What?' He asked as Bucky and Clara looked at him, horrified.

'One room?' Bucky asked.

'For the three of us?' Clara added.

'Yeah,' Sam told them. 'It's one night. Besides, I'm the one that paid.'

Clara pulled in a deep breath. 'You're right.'

'I know.' Sam lead them around the building, unlocking one of the doors with the key before letting it swing open. 

'I'll take the couch,' Clara offered, walking past Sam to drop her bag on her floor and drop herself onto the sofa. Wincing as she struck the hard surface, she shifted to rub a palm on her lower back. 'Not as comfortable as I thought it would be,' she confessed.

Sam and Bucky looked to each other, and then back to the double bed, neither one of them choosing to be the first to call dibs on it. Clara looked up at them, shrugging and trying to hide an amused smile. 'It's just one night,' she reminded them. When they both still looked as awkward as the other, she offered a solution. 'Oh, relax. Just top and tail.'

'I'll sleep on the floor,' Bucky decided, turning to head back out of the room to ask the front desk from some spare sheets.

Sam closed the door behind Bucky, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed and kicking off his shoes. 'Here,' Clara said, tossing the energy bar she had gotten earlier over to Sam.

He thanked Clara, then proceeded to unwrap the Clif bar. By the time he had finished it, Bucky still hadn't returned from getting those extra sheets. 'Is it just me, or is he taking longer than he should be?'

Sam looked from Clara to the door. He had been thinking the same, but also how it would be just like Bucky to get himself into trouble somewhere between the room and the front desk. He rose from the end of the bed, walking to the door to pull it open.

Sam let out a loud curse as he did, Clara springing to her feet in response, thinking there was danger afoot. Looking around Sam, Clara saw Bucky standing on the other side of the doorway. In one hand, he held a bundle of sheets, and he lifted the other to show them a couple of plastic bags. On the front of the two bags was the orange logo of Popeye's, and the smell of fried chicken wafted towards Clara. 

At the sight alone, she felt her stomach begin to grumble again. Having already burnt through the Clif bar, and with that again being all she had eaten since the morning, she was going to make sure that whatever was in at least one of those bags was hers. 'Here,' Bucky said, passing her the extra sets of sheets for the couch. 

She took them and trudged back to the couch, still eyeing up the carrier bags as Sam took them from Bucky. Sam stepped aside, letting Bucky into the room, and he opened the first bag, pulling out a cardboard container. When he and Bucky both took a piece of fried chicken from their respective boxes, the smell wafting towards Clara only got stronger, and she rushed a little faster to make up her make-shift bed. 

A few moments later and she dropped the remaining sheets on the floor, leaving them there ready for however Bucky was planning to make it comfortable enough. Sam passed her the remaining box, and she opened it hungrily, snatching up a few fries before moving back to the couch. 'Thank you,' she grinned at Bucky, her voice slightly muffled by the food she was halfway through chewing. Already, after only a couple of bites, she was feeling better. 

They went to bed that night with their hunger levels satisfied, but their muscles tired. Each thinking about the events of the day, and that of the next. Lying on the sofa, Clara stared through the darkness towards the ceiling. 'Are you guys still awake?' She asked quietly, feeling the tiredness nagging away at her, but also feeling the anticipation for the morning. 

'No,' Bucky grumbled from the corner of the room. 

'What's up?' Sam asked, keeping his voice low, not sounding nearly as grumpy as Bucky.

'I was just gonna ask...' She started, turning to look to her right, making out the faint silhouette of the bed. 'Who's Zemo?'

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