Things were what they were. For Bucky, there were probably only two paths ahead: getting shot dead on the spot during the manhunt, or being captured and locked in a psychiatric hospital for mandatory treatment until he recovered. Which ending awaited him depended on his luck.
As for whether he was actually guilty, that was one matter in principle and another emotionally. If anyone had the ability to convince Tony Stark not to care at all that Bucky had killed his parents, not to blame him in the slightest, and not to feel the urge to kill him, they should say so as soon as possible. Captain America would kneel and listen.
Evenson came out of the room and found that Captain America, who had gone to retrieve his uniform, had not returned yet, while Nick Fury was nowhere to be seen. Natasha said he had gone to the lower level of the base to prepare some security measures for himself.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters was heavily guarded, and Pierce had surely raised its defense level again. Breaking in would indeed be difficult for an ordinary man still recovering from serious injuries. Besides, everyone had their own business to attend to, and there was no spare manpower dedicated to protecting him. For the sake of his own life, he naturally had to make preparations in advance.
"He's thorough, I'll give him that." Evenson nodded, but he also found something strange. "Seriously, that guy's body is ridiculously tough. He took three bullets, right? Multiple fractures, all kinds of internal punctures, and they even opened him up during emergency surgery. How many days has it been? An ordinary person would probably still be unconscious in bed with tubes stuck all over them. Yet he's already up and running around. Is that really okay?"
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