"Then let's get you the hell out of here before someone else isn't fooled by the bunched bed sheets routine, huh?" Bucky suggests, turning to lead them in the right direction. In the moment, he's reminded of similar antics he pulled in his youth at Camp Lehigh, sneaking in and out of buildings after hours, acquiring items for trade and a reputation that'd earn him the attention of the brass. There's an innocence about the situation he can't shake, but it's one that makes him feel old rather than nostalgic, a distinct reminder of just how much things have changed since those years.

"It's not exactly up to Nick Fury standards."