A/N- in the "Ant Man" Post credit scene, Sam says he 'Knows a guy'. I doubt, in light of the newest trailer, that those lines will be used in the real film. However, I wrote this back when the post Cred scene was all we had. So… off to the Pyms we go.

The night wore on as Sam drove; his eyes began to dip in exhaustion. He didn't hear any commotion from the back seat of the SUV so he supposed that Cap and Bucky were playing nice. Either way, they had to get to California and driving in a stolen cop SUV was not the way to get there from New York.

They needed a plane. Stealing one was completely out of the question. Racking his brain, dreaming of a cup of coffee, he tried to think of any buddies he still had in the Air Force that were nearby. Miles ticked by on I-95 as he realized they were heading to New Jersey. McGuire AFB. That was the solution.

Setting course, Sam watched his speed limit. It would do no good at all to get a ticket. The partition slid open and Wilson jumped in surprise. "You doing ok, Sam?" Cap asked, a happy weariness in his tone.

Falcon eyed Steve in the rear view mirror looking for any sign of trouble. He still couldn't wrap his head around the idea that after all that searching, they had finally found Bucky. "Yeah. I'm ok. I even got a plan to get us to my guy."

"Where is this pal of yours?" Rogers asked. Sam could see the glint of Bucky's left arm in the mirror.

"California."

"How in sam hill are we going to get there!?" Cap exclaimed, eyes wide.

"I got a plan."

"We're going to McGuire Air Force base." Bucky's voice quietly filled the car. Wilson's blood chilled with the unruffled tone.

"How do you know, Buck?" Cap wondered, looking at his friend.

"I've been this way before." Barnes replied solemnly as he stared out the window, expressionless. Wilson and Rogers didn't want to know why.

"I have a few friends still in the Air Force. I can get us a favor, maybe." Wilson filled in, eyes meeting Steve's in the mirror.

"Ok." is all Rogers said and then relaxed back in his seat.

"Sam, do have any IDEA what time it is?" the voice on the other side of the phone complained.

"Yeah. I do. Sorry Rob. I gotta call in a favor." Sam replied, a tinge of regret in his voice. Falcon didn't want to draw in more innocent people that could get harmed by Hydra or Stark.

A sigh filled the phone with a groan of someone rising out of a warm bed, "Ok. Give me a half hour. I'll be there."

"Thanks Rob." Wilson finished and hung up.

Ditching the cop car in an alley, they waited about a mile away from the base when a nondescript sedan pulled up. Sam looked through the window and saw his friend who parked the car at the corner of the intersection. In the predawn gloom, the two old friends shook hands and embraced like brothers.

"Sam, it's been too long." Rob smiled at Wilson, teeth bright on his ebony skin.

"Yeah. It has." Falcon smiled back, "And I'm sorry to drag you into this."

"No. No problem. A friend in need. Anything for you." Rob replied easily, stepping back to get a look at his long time pal.

"Then you don't mind hooking us up with a plane?" Wilson ventured cautiously.

Rob's eyebrows rose slowly, "Who is 'us'?"

"Me and some friends." Sam gestured behind him around the corner of the nearby buildings. Cap and Bucky stepped out into the street light.

Robs' eyes grew huge, "Captain America?"

"Steve Rogers. Pleased to meet you." Steve extended a hand to the airman. They shook firmly.

"Robert Johnson." Came the reply.

"This is my friend Sergeant James Barnes." Steve introduced the silent ex-assassin. Rob's amazement melted away and became an air of wariness.

No hand shaking was exchanged but a quiet head nod.

"We need to get to California and under the radar." Wilson filled in.

Johnson looked the trio over, mind trying to process the reasons that two Avengers and an AWOL assassin would be on the lam. Steve sensed his hesitation and raised his hands in supplication, "Long story short, my friend here was set up. By Hydra… or someone. Regardless, Tony Stark is going to hand him over for crimes he did not commit. Last I checked, in the eyes of the law, you were innocent until proven guilty. Bucky isn't getting that chance. We need to get to California. We'd really appreciate your help, but I understand if you say no."

Wilson affirmed Steve's summation with a brief head nod. Barnes remained utterly still.

After a long silence as the sun began to think about pinking the sky in the east, Rob spoke hesitantly, "You know, I could lose my job. Be court-martialed. My family…."

Falcon intervened, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, "I know. You can say no. We get it."

Looking at his feet in thought, then at the other men, Johnson stood up and squared his shoulders, "I can get you to Nebraska. We have a crew of C-130's leaving in a few hours. Air National Guard training flight. You'll have to be cargo. I can't disguise Captain America and a… wanted man."

The two Avengers smiled in gratitude. Bucky remained impassive. "Thanks, Rob. This means the world to me." Wilson said with relief.

"Yeah. Well, Riley wouldn't have me walk way from his best friend when he was in trouble, would he?" Rob replied with a sad smile.

A lump caught unexpectedly in Falcon's throat, "No. No, he wouldn't."

"Ok then, let's get you ready as cargo." Johnson replied and gestured to the car.