'til the end of the line

This was no way to live, but Bucky was used to being a ghost, by now. Flitting from city to city, never staying long, going from burner phone to burner phone even long after the last calls and messages from Fandom had come through. He'd ditched the latest one just last week. It had been a year and a half since Wanda's last text. Nothing from her ever since.

(Or Jesse.)

But that didn't mean he hadn't heard of Wanda, at least. There had been an incident, some time ago, in Lagos. Collateral damage on what the media and political high-ups were deeming an unacceptable scale, leading to her being blamed on the news. General opinion on the Avengers tanking, too. All leading up to something called the Sokovia Accords, essentially a contract to force the Avengers under the supervision of a United Nations panel, to only act when and if that panel deems it necessary. Bucky had a few guesses about how Steve might have felt about that.

The world was changing, and Bucky could feel it too.

( But right now he was at a street market, in Bucharest, buying plums.  )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC a-okay, adapted from Captain America: Civil War (with a little bit of Remedy's Control sprinkled in) to the tune of It's Been A Long Long Time, YES THIS IS FINALLY ACTUALLY HAPPENING. Preplayed with the incredibly patient and amazing weirderthanthou. Part 1 of 2.]