He didn’t bother pointing out that he didn’t hate the idea of going back, if at least because it was familiar and there were some people—well, one person—worth going back for. But what was the real point if he was just going back to go under anyway? He may as well be elsewhere not causing harm and making something out of it.

Regardless.

“Good question.” He didn’t have the answer to it though. “Guess I’m still figuring that part out. I can make do even without knowing, though.” Hell, he could probably make a map of the city by this point, albeit crude and not extremely detailed.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t help. No rest for the wicked and all that. If it could do some good, I’d rather help anyway.” So long as it was welcome. Obviously in most cases, people could care less about a stranger’s opinions, and typically, most were right to be wary of Bucky anyway.