McPherson County, Nebraska. If Zemo's never heard of it, it won't be because he isn't worldly. Most people haven't heard of it. It's one of the most rural, quiet, nobody lives here and nothing ever happens kind of one horse town, dirt roads and farmland for miles and miles and miles on end, and that's just the way Bucky likes it.
They would have let him stay on in Wakanda, and in fact they had encouraged it. He was good with the elders, and good with the children. But he couldn't live with himself if he has another incident. He can barely live with himself as is. They'd take the goats back off him, but they said he could keep the arm.
Nobody was deliberately misleading or stonewalling when they said they hadn't seen nor heard from Bucky Barnes since he did his little part in trying to put the world back to the way it was. Rumour had it he's retired out in the country somewhere, and when he doesn't want to be found, he knows how not to be found. Even if he had a phone it wouldn't work out where he's living.
He did, however, show his face again - just briefly - to see Tony Stark off, check in on the others. Honestly, he has mixed feelings about Tony. But he was Steve's friend. And many of Steve's friends were there. Once he showed up again it was simply a matter of following him all the way back to his small little farmhouse sitting on acres and acres of unused land. There's a barn with peeling and faded red paint next to the house, and too many empty beer bottles to count sitting in a messy pile against its outer wall.
An old golden retriever perks up and silently pads over when the very first house guest they've ever had pulls up. Past her childbearing prime and unwanted, unloved, disowned, finding a home with a soldier not very much unlike her, she's harmless as she approaches to sniff and lick his hand. There's some chicken eggs just lying around in the grass and the shadow of something big munching away in the barn - a cow maybe, or a horse - but no rooster to wake the human up sleeping on the floor, lying alone in the barren old house sparsely decorated with solitude and trauma, so he missed feeding her breakfast - again. Maybe she'll have better luck finding food from their unexpected visitor. Oh yes. He smells like bacon and coffee.
I closed my eyes and swung my mouse around a map of America and was not disappointed
They would have let him stay on in Wakanda, and in fact they had encouraged it. He was good with the elders, and good with the children. But he couldn't live with himself if he has another incident. He can barely live with himself as is. They'd take the goats back off him, but they said he could keep the arm.
Nobody was deliberately misleading or stonewalling when they said they hadn't seen nor heard from Bucky Barnes since he did his little part in trying to put the world back to the way it was. Rumour had it he's retired out in the country somewhere, and when he doesn't want to be found, he knows how not to be found. Even if he had a phone it wouldn't work out where he's living.
He did, however, show his face again - just briefly - to see Tony Stark off, check in on the others. Honestly, he has mixed feelings about Tony. But he was Steve's friend. And many of Steve's friends were there. Once he showed up again it was simply a matter of following him all the way back to his small little farmhouse sitting on acres and acres of unused land. There's a barn with peeling and faded red paint next to the house, and too many empty beer bottles to count sitting in a messy pile against its outer wall.
An old golden retriever perks up and silently pads over when the very first house guest they've ever had pulls up. Past her childbearing prime and unwanted, unloved, disowned, finding a home with a soldier not very much unlike her, she's harmless as she approaches to sniff and lick his hand. There's some chicken eggs just lying around in the grass and the shadow of something big munching away in the barn - a cow maybe, or a horse - but no rooster to wake the human up sleeping on the floor, lying alone in the barren old house sparsely decorated with solitude and trauma, so he missed feeding her breakfast - again. Maybe she'll have better luck finding food from their unexpected visitor. Oh yes. He smells like bacon and coffee.