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Date: 2023-05-16 11:34 pm (UTC)He leaves Steve's bike and Sharon's phone for them to find and drifts back into the city. Most of his equipment is cached on a few different rooftops, which is fine for now. He doesn't know what he's going to do next, but there's no sense in running blind until he figures out where he's going to run to. Wearing a baseball cap to partially obscure his face, he wanders along the edge of the Mall, moving back and forth among some of the tourist groups as though he belongs there. It's while he's drifting past one particular tour guide that he discovers that there's an exhibit on Captain America at the National Air and Space Museum.
He lets himself be drawn into the crowd as he approaches the museum. It's easy to do; there are a lot of people headed that way. He uses that fact to blend with the swirls of motion among different groups and continues to follow the crowd, past the signs with Steve's face on them, into the first of the exhibit halls. Most of what he sees brings back scattered flickers of memory, not much more, until he rounds a corner and sees his own face looking back at him.
Slowly, very slowly, he approaches the brightly-lit display and begins to read.
Several minutes later, he's drifting with the crowd once more, struggling with the chaos in his mind. He spots a side room that's advertising a documentary of some sort and ducks inside, hoping to find a moment's balance under cover of darkness, only to freeze in his tracks at the sound of Peggy Carter's voice.
Her address had been in Sharon's phone, he remembers.
It's probably not a good idea, but he can't bring himself to care. It's the work of only a few minutes to make his way back out of the museum and onto a bus that'll take him where he needs to go.