ever marching as to war

I've spent more than enough time at the fair. As amusing as it was to come across Logan prowling through that kind of environment, the noise of it is bothersome. I had almost gotten used to how loud and fast the world was when I was transported here, and the sudden cacophony of the carnival rides is, after an hour or two of taking the thick of it in- even if seeing Olivia was a bright spot- more than enough.

As I fall out of the immediate range of neon lights and tinny calliope music, heading with my hands in my pockets into the shadows of the trees, I all but stumble onto a couple caught in a clinch. I come up short.

"All right, kids, I think there's probably somewhere else you can- ...be- Bucky?"