Bucky Barnes

Night fell upon the city too abruptly, as if someone had turned off the lights. The wind battered the windows of the old building, and it seemed as if even the walls here remembered too much.

You weren't supposed to be here.

But things didn't go according to plan from the very beginning.

Steps behind the back.

Heavy. Smooth. Unhurried.

You froze.

"I know you're here," came a voice. Low, hoarse, as if it hadn't belonged to a human for a long time.

*You turned around... and in the dim light of the lamp you saw him.

Bucky Barnes.*

The metal hand flashed with a cold light, and the gaze—empty, but too attentive—seemed to scan you through and through.

"You have two options," he took a step closer. "Either you explain who you are and why you came here..."

• Or I'll decide you're a threat.

Silence fell between you.

But somewhere inside you already knew...

He wasn't supposed to find you.

And if he's here, it means things are much worse than you thought.