Okay I know it's been a long time but I hope you enjoy this little bit!
Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America.
The food he has left is not enough for him so he must leave to get more. His dislocated shoulder is not 100% yet, it is hardly 50% but he has worked in worse conditions, known pain a thousand times worse. He can use his arm and I will not fail him, that is all that matters to him. He chugs down more pain killers before he goes though, and tugs the jacket and cap back on.
He knows this time will be harder, the authorities will be on high alert, and it will take all his skill to get what he needs and evade them. It is a little difficult; the streets are swarming with police officers with the army, with ex-shield agents, all on the lookout for ex-hydra agents. And him.
He's been ghost for seventy years now though. It's not that difficult to avoid their searching eyes, to be invisible, to slide right next to them and have them never know. The food is easy to achieve, water too. Money is a little harder because people are jumpy and they don't care for anyone knocking into them right now. So he has to be stealthier, hands dipping into pockets without his victims ever knowing he'd touched them. It's more difficult than he's used to because one arm isn't working well enough for gentle touches and while the metal arm had great sensitivity it had never achieved the same as a real flesh and blood hand, which meant both arms weren't great at gentle.
It was frustrating and he hated to be frustrated when he was so unbalanced. He sunk deep into the blessed well of numbness and focused on his task. When he had sufficient money, he turned his attention to clothes.
He climbs through three windows before he finds an apartment which houses someone with his build and height. He pauses to steal one of their waffles to test his stomach with later and raids their medicine cabinet as well.
He pauses and then leaves some of the money behind. It's a stupid gesture and he knows that it means he's come out of that well of numbness but he does it anyway and tries not to remember the man on the bridge. Then he panics for about five seconds whist he tries not to forget a thing about him. Then he is abruptly angry at himself for….he doesn't actually know. He closes his eyes briefly and recites the parameters of his mission. Then he's back out the window and heading down the street.
He burrows into the numb and makes it back to his warehouse.
Inside everything is untouched and he is relived because he would rather not end up in a confrontation before his body is in better shape. He will have to move soon though. He knows the search will come here before too long.
He sets down the food, strips off his clothes and exchanges them for the clothes he'd gotten from the apartment. Then he collapses onto the floor gracefully and eats as much as he needs of the semi-liquid food. In between swings of water he counts the money he has collected.
Two hundred and thirty dollars.
He folds it and puts it away neatly and drinks the rest of his bottle of water. He sorts through the medicines next and restocks his first aid kit.
Then he sets about finding places for his weapons, those he has left, within his clothing. It takes awhile to hide them all satisfactorily and he had to sew a few pockets in here and there. He thought secretly, tucking the thought where all his secret thoughts go, that sewing with a recently reset arm and a metal one was bitch. At least he didn't have to worry about the pain when the needle poked his metal finger. A built in thimble. How cute.
But eventually he was armed to his satisfaction and then he calculated in his head how much time he had for sleep before curling up and setting his inner alarm to ring in three hours time.
Satisfied that his next set of missions had been completed he delved into the numb to avoid the nightmares and fell asleep.
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