Anthony blinked and he was already a mile away from Notre Dame.
"What am I doing?"
"Going on an adventure!" Carol said excitedly.
They kept climbing, leaping, scaling, and jumping, going more freely as they moved further away from the guards. When they made it out of the city and into the woods, Anthony collapsed and started wheezing.
"Hey, you ok?" Steve knelt down and checked on him. He had asthma as a kid, but thankfully grew out of it...literally.
Anthony's eyes were wide and uncertain, but eventually he calmed down and repeated his question.
"What am I doing?"
"You're going on an adventure...like she said." Bucky repeated. "Come on, man. Live a little. Don't tell me you've never been outside."
"I have too..." Anthony defended. Ten years ago...
"We're almost there, think you can make it?" Carol got down on her knees and rubbed his back for comfort.
"Yeah...sorry...it's just...the shock of it all..."
"Hey...Anthony..." Steve tilted his chin up so he could look at him. "Thank-you for getting us out of there...we don't do well in prisons, no matter how grand they may seem."
"What he's trying to say is we're tree huggers and despise anything man-made."
"Says the man who cannot drink from a stream without his metal cup."
"Carol, can we focus on the real problem at hand? I'm scared-"
"That's a first..." Steve sarcastically quipped.
"I'm scared that they've found out we escaped, and they're already after us..."
"We're fine, I promise. No bells are supposed to ring until morning...then we can start to panic."
"We can be halfway to Spain by then..." Bucky said.
"I don't want to go to Spain, Bucky..." Steve complained. "Remember what happened last time?"
"It seems like everywhere you go, you always get into trouble..." Anthony thought out loud.
"Keeps us young and fit." Bucky flexed his arm.
"I think I grew a couple grey hairs along the way..." Carol was pulling at her hair.
"Aren't you going to miss your boyfriend?" Steve teased.
"Shut-up." She punched him in the arm.
Anthony looked confused.
"She's been flirting with the Captain of the Guard..."
"Oh, well...he is very handsome, I'll give him that. And he's actually not a complete asshole like all of the other soldiers." Anthony explained.
"Very funny, but you do realize he's the one that set us up..." Carol frowned. She would never admit to them that she was a tad disappointed. So what if Anthony's right? I mean, that hair...
"Honestly, the farther we get away from here, the better..." Steve sighed. "There's more to France than just Paris, and since you don't get out much, let's get moving. I'm sure Fury is worried."
"What makes you think Fury's worried?" Bucky questioned.
"I mean for Carol. He hates us."
"Yeah, you're right."
"I can't help it he loves me the most. Maybe it's because I'm the youngest?"
"The hottest..." Bucky whispered in Anthony's ear.
He deserved that smack on the head.
Anthony calmed down a bit, as they hiked along the deep woods. But he still kept looking over his shoulder for fear of what was to come if he ever got caught doing what he was doing.
Lord, forgive me...