Before going back to the site of Donya's memorial, Sam, Bucky, and Clara kept a steady pace back to Zemo's apartment one final time. They didn't stay long, switching their clothes to clean sets, and checking they weren't leaving anything behind.

Clara found her phone tucked between two sofa cushions, and went to her bag she had left there the previous day. She looked at it with suspicion, questioning whether it had been tampered with at all. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to tell though.

Opening it, she pulled out a water bottle, running a nail around the seal to check it was still intact, and then giving it a squeeze to make sure their weren't any holes. Everything seemed okay with it, so she twisted the cap off, hearing the crackle of the seal, and drank it all in one go.

As she sorted through her bag, Sam placed his Falcon wings into a duffel, the jet pack tucked inside with them. A little dejectedly, and a little despondent, Sam dragged his feet as he walked into a side room. He appeared a while later, dressed once again in his brown jacket and blue jeans.

Bucky changed too, shrugging his slightly bloodied jacket from his shoulders, to replace it with another, cleaner one. Clara noticed he was wearing his leather gloves again, too.

It wasn't that long of a walk back to the site of Donya's memorial, the camp now deserted with not an internationally-displaced person in sight. Reaching the main hall of the building, Sam pulled out his phone and began making a few calls.

Bucky roamed the room aimlessly, Clara lifting herself to perch on a metal rail. Eventually, Bucky lent up against the railing beside her, folding his arms as he did so. He grumbled something, and Clara glanced towards him, the man showing no sign anything had been said. He cleared his throat, turning his head away from Clara as he mumbled again, this time the word slightly clearer.

'What was that, sorry?' Clara asked him, a smirk trying to break free in her expression.

Bucky gave a sharp look, knowing exactly what she was doing, but repeating what he has said anyway. 'Thanks,' he muttered. 'For the help.'

Clara sighed contently, the words sounding so much sweeter to her ears than she could have ever imagined. 'You're welcome, Buck.'

'Don't call me that.' He got up and trudged to the other side of the room, clearly wanting their conversation to be over.

Sam passed him on the way over to a table in the centre of the room, and began relaying what he had found from his series of phone calls. 'The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli, but so far they've only found her followers. They've searched this camp and, just like the last camp, nothing. She's gone. We'll never find her.'

'We will,' Clara told him, so much certainty and resolve in her tone and expression, it almost convinced Sam it was possible.

'Hey, you got your sleeve back!' Torres grinned as he entered the hall, looking towards Bucky, who tightened his jaw and narrowed his eyes slightly. Clara couldn't help but notice Bucky had given her a little less distain than he had Torres, though. At least, she was pretty sure he had.

Sam sighed, looking from Bucky to Torres. 'What's our next step?'

'Captain America killing a foreign national in public, it's kinda a big deal - like international incident big,' Torres said, looking between both Clara and Sam as he did. 'Folks higher up on the payroll are all over it now. So, unfortunately...'

'They're taking jurisdiction,' Sam finished.

'Yeah.' Torres then spotted the partially unzipped duffel beside Sam. He stepped towards them, hefting the bag onto the table Sam was lent up against. 'What happened to these?'

'So is there anything we can do?' Sam asked, not wanting to get into it.

'Not really,' he said, rummaging through the bag. 'As you can see, they've cordoned off the whole camp, and Karli's a ghost. After what went down, she's laying extra low - Like under-underground.'

'And that's why it makes sense for us to get involved.' Sam stared off into space as he spoke, his mind trying to work together the pieces of what they could possibly do next. 'The longer we let her regroup, the harder it's gonna be to find her.'

'She's got people helping her from all over the world, on all platforms. She's really, really good at this thing,' Torres reminded him, now running a hand over the Falcon wings, and looking over each scratch and gash. 'How'd these break?' He asked again, Sam seeming a little annoyed as he looked away. 'Anyway, all we can do now is just sit tight and chill. Sometimes there's nothing to do until there's something to do.'

'That's bizarrely wise,' Sam commented, standing from against the table.

'Well, I am a bizarrely wise man, Sam.'

'Yeah, all right,' Sam shook his head in good humour. He looked down at the shield lying on the table, picking it after a moment of thoughtfulness. 'Thanks, Torres,' he said before turning to Clara, tipping his head towards the exit. 'Let's go.'

Clara glanced between him and Bucky, seeing them both headed different ways, Bucky going to a different door. Sam saw this too, stopping on his way out to speak to the other man. 'Are you off to take care of Zemo?' Sam asked as Bucky headed for the exit. He nodded once, turning to the exit once again.

'Wait!' Clara called out, Bucky seemingly frustrated at the repeated delays. 'I'm going to head back to New York until we get that next step.'

'You sure?'

Clara smiled, thinking that reaction from Sam was much different to how he and Bucky had been the few days before hand. Surprising, really, considering everything she had done. 'Yeah, as long as you promise to call as soon as you get a tip.'

'We will,' Bucky told her, Clara even more surprised that he'd be the one to agree to that.

'Look, I'm headed back home for a while, too,' Sam told her. 'You wanna come back with me? I'll get Torres to take us over LGA, shouldn't be an issue getting cleared to land.'

'That'd be perfect,' Clara smiled again, hopping down from the railing and heading towards Sam as Torres walked past.

'Well, I'll see you whenever,' Bucky waved over his shoulder as he left them, Clara following Sam out.

'Sorry we couldn't get Karli, I know what it meant to you,' Sam grimaced.

'It's not over yet, Sam,' she reminded him, getting into a land rover and sitting behind the driver's side. Sam climbed in the front passenger side, Torres in the drivers seat. 'We will find her. We'll figure out her next move, and we'll get to wherever she's planning on striking before she gets the chance.'

'You're pretty determined, aren't you?' Torres observed, turning over the engine and beginning towards where he had landed the jet.

'I have plenty of reason to be.'

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