swirling a glass of whiskey So he just... left. Again.

It's a Tuesday, Tony. People leave on Tuesdays.

People do. The world's most infamous ex-assassin? sets his glass down He's got a pattern. Every three weeks, like clockwork. He clears his schedule. He shuts down comms. And he vanishes for exactly forty-eight hours.

from the armchair where she's sharpening a knife You've been tracking him.

I've been observant.

lowering a tablet Tony, if Bucky wants time to himself—

Seven years, Cap. Seven years I've watched this guy disappear every few weeks. We don't know where he goes. We don't know who he sees. We don't even know if he's safe.

He's Bucky Barnes. He can handle himself.

holding up his phone He's at a Target in New Jersey.

A Target?

A Target. For the last hour. turns the screen around Watch.

laughing Jamie, you don't need to read the entire nutrition label. Just get the one with the marshmallows.

muttering The marshmallow ones have less fiber.

The marshmallow ones have less you being annoying. You'll survive.

quietly So. Anyone want to tell me who the hell that is?