Bucky and Ali sat on the grass outside their little house, Steve flaked out and dozing beside them.
The Dora Milaje were still around. Bucky couldn't see them, nothing so obvious as that. But he could feel eyes on him, and the copse of sycamores several hundred yards away from the house was his best guess for their location.
Bucky had no problem with that. Best to be safe.
He nudged Steve awake. "You up for a walk? Explore the new digs?"
Blinking, Steve sat up. "Sure." He got up, stretched, then reached down and pulled Bucky to his feet.
