Since the events that took place upon the hellicarrier, since the moment Bucky regained his memories, the man had taken it upon himself to take out every single being that ever dared to harm him. He was currently in the process of tracking his Handlers. Those who were in charge of making sure he functioned correctly.
He wanted to make them suffer. And he would not stop until all of them were completely and utterly destroyed at his hands. Most of them were intelligent, fleeing the country immediately upon news of Captain America living and the asset going missing. It didn’t take long for them to figure out that he was after them, didn’t take them long at all to start running.
When Bucky finally tracked down one of the runners, he found them in a rural and small populated area of Rio. They thought they could hide, but really he never understood the remote places thing. A crowd makes it more difficult to find you, you would think, but no. The agents always ran to small places.
Bucky made quick work of the man, silencing his screams before they could even exit his throat. He liked to make them suffer, liked to hurt them. And sometimes, if he knew the media or locals wouldn’t hear or find him, he’d love to hear them scream. Too many years had passed when they tore scream after scream and sob after sob from him.
The man was honestly exhausted after the long day of tracking, having spent far too much time not sleeping and not eating. So he treated himself to a nice drink and made his way around the small area to find a place to stay. Surely there was a place for him here. Perhaps where the agent used to reside.
