Ok so in Bucky’s defense this isn’t what you think.. just give it a minute.
*deep breath in and out*
So what happened was they were robbing carriages as you do when an outlaw. No one that can’t stand to lose a few chests full of gold. And besides, they aren’t technically stealing.. they’re just, reallocating funds. To those that actually need it but anyway.
Whoever did the intel gathering this time (Lang) didn’t realize who’s carriage it was. Three guesses on whom they found inside and the first two don’t count. Bucky could’ve killed Lang when he saw Hogan’s pudgy face. He’s a pain to deal with when he’s calm but this would surely set him off. And they don’t have the men to deal with a purple hulk.
“Lang, if I survive this you won’t.” For once Bucky did the logical thing and ran. The rule is; you don’t have to be the fastest idiot there. You just have to be faster than the other idiots. There’s something viscerally humiliating about being chased through the woods by a Purple Hulk. As he narrowly avoided Hogan’s tree trunks for arms. Bucky cried out “hey! Why are you mad at me?! Lang is the one that set up the op. Hey watch the hair Hogan do you have any idea what it takes to style this?!” Ok was that a priority right now? No, but neither is getting slammed head first into the ground by your hair. Meanwhile Hogan called him every single long winded and random name he could think of.
The funny thing is though while Bucky was being the most dramatic of bitches whilst running for his life. It allowed his men to successfully make off with the loot. When Bucky finally managed to escape he busted through the door. “Lang *wheeze* you son of a bitch *wheeze* when I wake up you’re so dead.” Then dropped like a sack of spuds straight down because that’ll take a lot out of anyone. Steve sighed “ah Buck, I keep telling you not to make him mad.” Chuckling when he heard the outraged muffle of ‘I didn’t do it!’