Steve sat in the quinjet simultaneously wanting to sleep anther seventy years and also wanting to crawl out of his skin. Revenge. He killed in the name of revenge. The idea made him sick and hollow feeling. This was not who he was. The meeting that Stark had with him and Natasha before he left for Wakanda came back to him in small fits and phrases: Accords, Avengers are too powerful, need limits. Scouring his eyes with the heel of his hands, he changed his train of thought to the conversation he had with Sam just before he boarded the plane.

"Steve! Have you heard the news?" Sams' voice was verging on panic.

"No. What happened?" Adrenaline surged fresh through Steve's mind, thinking it had something to do with Bucky. He wasn't too far off.

"The United Nations Security Council building in New York. It's… gone, Steve. Blew up this afternoon." Wilson sounded as if he didn't believe the words of his own voice.

"What? How!?" Steve asked as he absorbed the information. Guilt flared his mind that somehow he could have helped stop the carnage if he'd been there. The Avengers could have stopped it, somehow.

"They're saying Bucky did it."

Steve hung up the connection in utter disbelief.

Bucky was in Germany, with Rumlow's thugs.

How could he have done this?

The world spun sideways in his mind. Closing his eyes, heart heavy, he tried to sleep before his arrival in Berlin.

The line went dead in his hand. Looking annoyed at the phone, Sam grabbed his pre-packed bag and took a smaller quinjet off the roof of the Avengers tower. Steve was in no condition to be doing this alone. Piloting it himself, Falcon was sure he blew out some windows as he hit mach-2 to Berlin.

"Why are you here?" Rogers asked more harshly than he meant to. All he wanted was to extract Bucky and clear his name.

Wilson let it roll off him like oil over water. He was used to vets with their issues and Steve's were no different. "To help."

"I don't need it." Steve strode off aggressively to the arrivals area to get a taxi.

Sam followed close behind, "I think you do."

Steve stopped in his tracks making Sam almost crash into him. His blue eyes drove knives into Sam brown ones. "You know he's innocent. Right?"

Falcon nodded in ascent, "Remember when you asked me to help? I'm here for you. If Bucky needs help, I'll be there for him too. He's your friend."

Steve inhaled a deep breath as if he suddenly realized what a dick he was being. "Sorry. It's been a long day."

"I understand. Let's go get him." Falcon said. A tiny smile lit Steve's face. Sam was glad to see it.