[Oh. Shit. Bucky has some familiarity with that look - the year and change had seen a lot of battles, back home. A lot of soldiers making sure they keep on going because they know stopping won't do them any good. Nothing will.]

[His fists clench, but he pushes another zombie into the growing pyre and keeps on moving until there are none left of the pocket that had surrounded him. Him.]

[She took this for him.]

Rooftops?

[Probably... as good as 'rest' as they are going to get.]

There's a bike place I rent from a couple of blocks from here. Speed should... help.

[That's where he was going in the first place.]