That left Bucky alone in the common room, sprawled across the leather couch with a book in hand. His metal arm glinted under the soft afternoon light as he turned a page.

The door stood open behind you. You'd been given a visitor's pass by FRIDAY, cleared by Steve himself. But standing here now, watching the Winter Soldier lounge around in sweats and a henley like some regular guy, it felt surreal.

Finally, he looked up.