Once the blonde leaves, I turn my attention back to my laptop screen. I'm not even halfway through sorting all these images and clips. It's overwhelming looking at the sheer number of them, but I know I can't get ahead of myself. I gotta take it one step at a time. So, I lower the mug of coffee I've been sipping on back to the saucer and get back to work.

Good thing I ordered a coffee.

I'm gonna need all the caffeine I can get.

It's starting to look like this might just so happen to take a while, time we don't have. We need to find Barnes, like, yesterday. Literally. I mean, now we have most of the world's governments out looking for him and I'm sure they have more eyes, ears, and resources than we do. But they don't have Steve. Steve knows, or at least knew, Bucky better than anybody. So if we have any chance of finding him first, it's all because of him. Probably.

Since my focus is solely trained on my computer, I don't even realize Steve is standing up with the file in hand. He makes his way over to my table. When he gently drops the file on the tabletop next to my keyboard, that's when I finally notice him. My eyes shoot up from my screen to him as he gently slides the folder closer to me. I blink a few times before looking down at the file. It's obvious he wants me to take a look at it, but with all the eyes and ears around this shop, it'd be a stupid idea to work fully here. "I think we should head back to your hotel to work, Steve." I say quietly, conscious of keeping my voice down so nobody overhears us.

"Sounds smart. Let's go." And then he looks over to Sam and gives him a nod. Sam pulls out his wallet to pay. I begin to pack up my computer, placing the file on top of my keyboard before closing the laptop and gently place it back in my bag. By now, Sam's paid, Steve's already walking out of the building, and I've got my bag over my shoulders as I follow him.

It's going to be a long day.

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My fingers tap against the keys of my laptop's keyboard in an oddly synchronized rhythm, my eyes darting across my screen quickly. I've completely drowned out all noise in the room. I know how much this means to Steve and I'm eager not to disappoint him again, especially after Lagos.

Since we got back to the hotel, I've done nothing but research, piece, and track Barnes with the information my program and the file Sharon Carter gave the three of us. With the information from my program, I come to an impasse when one of the clips shows him walking down the street before a truck moves by the traffic camera and he's gone. I grumble to myself and try to find any other camera in the immediate area only to come up empty. This causes me to slam my hand down on the table next to my computer sharply.

Why does he have to be a highly trained assassin?

Sighing deeply, I lift both hands to my face and place them there. That's when I decide to switch over to a second program I have running over the cameras in Romania. I've been gathering footage from the past twelve hours, beginning with the last shot that supposedly captured him walking down a busy street. In the file we were given were some blurry photos, some supposed places he might be staying, and some sighting reports that could never be confirmed, and a snapshot with a camera number and timestamp in the bottom corner. But the odd thing is, none of the information is from around this area. And the newest report with the snapshot comes out of guess where? Romania. And not but a few hours ago. Considering he just bombed the UN, I highly doubt he'd be doing any traveling so quickly. So, the question is, is there an impostor? And if so, who is it? And why? "Have you found Bucky yet?" Steve says as he walks over from the little kitchen in the hotel room. This causes me to sigh and shake my head.

"Sam!" I call.

"What?" I see him peek his head into the room from one of the bedrooms.

"Can you please take the anxious golden retriever for a walk? I can't do anything with him pacing and asking me if I've found his grumpy cat friend 102 times." I say sarcastically, looking at Wilson from over the top of my laptop screen.

"I have not asked you if you've found him 102 times..." Steve grumbles as he pulls out a chair at the table. This causes me to give him a look with a lifted brow before I pick up a pad of paper that is sitting beside my computer. Scrawled on the top of it reads 'How many times Steve's asked if I've found Bucky' and below it is a large number of tally marks totaling up to, guess how many? 102. I turn it so it's visible to him and Sam instantly barks out a laugh.

"She's got ya, man." He says as Steve rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"Okay, I may be a little impatient." He admits.

"Not as impatient as Pietro, but that's beside the point." I joke with a sad smile. It's only been a few hours, but I already miss his presence. "So, impatient you will be no longer if what I'm thinking is correct. And if what I've found is reliable." I follow up before placing the pad of paper back down.

"Why's that?" Steve asks, letting his arms drop as he leans forward. I turn my computer so the screen faces him. I play the images and clips I've organized into a timeline for him with it ending where 'Bucky' disappears after a large truck drives by. "What does this mean?" He asks eyebrows pulled together as Sam walks up behind Steve.

"It means we've got a poser." I say and point to the final time stamp, which wasn't long after the initial bombing. Then I turn to the file and pull out the reports. I hand it to Steve and let him look at it for a minute until he looks at me with confusion. Smiling, I point to the recorded time of the latest report. "Two hours after the bombing, someone reported a sighting of him. Now it couldn't be confirmed..." I grab the incredibly blurry photo from the file that came with the report. I hold it out to Steve after he sets the report down on the table. "But I'm pretty sure that that right there," I point to the man in the photo. "is one James Barnes." I lift a brow at him. "And there is no way he would have been able to travel from Vienna to Bucharest in two hours after a bombing. Security would have been, and still is, incredibly brutal for citizens right now. I don't think they're even letting people leave the country right now, or at least not without being checked out by the CIA or whatever." I sit back in my chair, arms crossed over my chest and a proud smile on my face. "I mean all outgoing and most incoming flights have been canceled or delayed because of this huge security breach." I easily motion to my computer.

"Damn. Good work, kid." Sam compliments, which causes me to smile at him in thanks. He then gives a pointed look to Steve. "Told ya she'd be incredibly helpful." Wilson then straightens up and shoots me a wink. Rogers gives a resigned sigh and nods slowly to Sam's words.

"You did good, Iris." Steve compliments as he smiles at me before placing the photo down on the table. "But, who's the real Bucky then?" He questions. This causes me to lift a brow at him.

"Which one do you think it is? The one trying to lay-low and probably stay away from any remaining HYDRA agents, or the one who just blew up a UN meeting and got his face plastered across all news sites and government agencies?" I ask, leaning forward. "Because if you ask me, if he was trained by HYDRA to be the greatest assassin ever created, he wouldn't have done such a sloppy job as to get caught on camera in a parking garage of all places." I say before beginning to place the photo and reports back into the file. After I return all reports and photos to the file, I close it. I begin to shut down the timeline I created of the man who bombed the UN, although save it to a file for later use if I need it. Meanwhile, Steve and Sam are looking at each other, having a silent conversation. "I swear to God, you guys, stop staring into each other's eyes and just speak. I'm not a mind reader like Wanda is." I sigh and give the two of them a look. This causes them to both look to me. "What?" I question.

"Do you think you can track the real Bucky?" Steve asks hesitantly, which causes me to scoff.

"Can I track the real Bucky? What do you think I've been doing...looking at memes? Who do you think you're questioning, Steve?" I shake my head and turn my attention back to my laptop. "Oh, you know, just the one who managed to track the poser further than the CIA was able to do. Yeah, no, I totally can't find the real Bucky who's only like, a country over..." My final sentence drips with sarcasm as I begin to furiously type away at my computer. "I've already got a program set up following all footage of Bucky in Romania. I'm just waiting for it to catch up and give me his final location. Then we can get out of here." Sam just smiles at me while Steve shakes his head. "Say it, Steve. Still not a mind reader." I know he's fighting with himself as to whether or not he wants to speak.

"I'm glad you joined the team and came back safely after your fall." He says genuinely.

"I would hope so." I say, my lips curling upwards into a smile as my eyes remain glued to my screen. Then my smile drops and I sigh. "You guys may want to go lie down and take a nap. This could take awhile, depending on all the firewalls I have to dodge in an attempt to get access to the saved images if the CIA's already been in the cameras." I briefly look away from my laptop to give the guys a small smile. "Otherwise you're welcome to watch the same footage over and over again." I motion over my shoulder to the T.V., which is on and playing the UN bombing footage on repeat. I hear Sam grumble while he shakes his head, retreating back to his room. Steve watches him leave just as I do, before looking back to me. He looks torn. "Go." I wave him off. "Take a nap, recharge your battery. If anything, anything comes up, I'll wake you." This seems to put Steve at ease as he gets up from the chair and pats me on the shoulder.

"You're a big help, Iris, really." He says, smiling genuinely before retreating to his room. My eyes trail after him as he leaves, my lips curled upwards into a smile. I then turn my attention back to my laptop and begin to fast-track this process as much as I can without tripping any firewalls or security systems.