You'd think that, after everything Bucky had been through, he would understand better than anyone how important it is to be able to make your own decisions, good or bad, smart or stupid. He should appreciate it - even be honoured that he's being a part of it. Maybe, if he sleeps on this, gives it more thought, he'll come around to seeing it that way. Right now he's-- just thinking it's kind of stupid to be standing here arguing like an old married couple. They're going to get caught like this, and for nothing. They're not even anywhere close to the hospital they needed to get to.

"Well you had a plan. It was going to be discreet." And discreet doesn't mean safe, he knows, but screaming at the obtuse, clueless one-armed guy in the middle of the road is definitely not discreet, and by that token, not safe.

"Can we focus on leaving town now, and argue later."