So. There's like not actually one for this... so... improvisation!

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"We are not interesting people."

Steve opened his mouth to argue, and instead shrugged. "Nah, not really."

"I mean... we sit here."

"We could... go to the mall?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Sure."

They really didn't get up to much on a daily basis.

So of course the day they decide to go out, all hell broke loose.

Steve ended up carrying an armless Bucky out the side door as they were attacked. "I cannot believe we were in public view and they decided to kill us," Bucky gasped.

"So rude," Steve agreed as he took off running, five Hydra agents chasing after them. Bucky had cleverly thrown his arm at them -- a load of good that had done.

"Well. Now what?"

Steve slid around a corner and the agents sprinted past them. Bucky blinked. "Oh."

That solved that problem.

"I'll just live without my arm, that's fine," Bucky dismissed when Steve mentioned they should go back for it. Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.

"If you're sure."

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Sorry about this month. It got super busy and these prompts kinda sucked.