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[krasnaya_vdova]

 

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action (with Steve and Bucky)

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[After realizing Ava has been absent and getting input from Bucky, Steve has decided he's tired of having all of his surrogate family members leave on him. He has to stand up for something in Quarantine, so he recruits Bucky to help him track down Ava. At least to talk to her, he says, knowing Bucky isn't thrilled with the idea of Steve going on another chase when the person in question isn't ready to return. He at least wants to know, to be certain, and there's really only one way to do that.

So there they are, following trails of information around the city, looking for Ava's current whereabouts.]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Bucky hasn't been in a great mood the last several days. Pierce showing up and all the terse talks he's had since have him on edge, waking more often during the night. It's not even a ghost from his past but it's a ghost from someone else's past that edges a little too close to his own ghosts.

Part of him isn't sure they'll be able to convince Ava to come back home, but he goes with Steve anyway, dutifully helping him track down leads (which, this is where he's always excelled over Steve, especially to find someone who went through the Red Room).]

You know we can't force her to come back, right? It's not like we're her parents.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava's been back in the city a couple days. It's a little harder to hide, but it's also the sort of territory where she spent three years hiding from Ivan and SHIELD and everything else that was mired into that label.

She spent years living on the streets of Brooklyn, so it's almost familiar. She's skittish, stays out of sight, leans heavily on things she knows, the pieces she was taught, how to be a shadow that slinks between buildings. To be honest, it was part of how she'd lived when she first got here. Sometimes staying in her room felt claustrophobic, and the night-lit streets were familiar in their own way.

Now, well, it feels less confining. Always the option to turn and run. But she can't run forever, not from someone like James, and really it's easier to just face things like this head-on, even if she's sure she wont like it. There's a tension to her jaw, redhead that drops down off a fire escape, quiet on her feet with a sigh, leaving them alone on a back street.]

You're stubborn, you know that.

[If her mood was different, it might be humor.]