Coming Home

It's 20-fucking-14, and in the middle of Washington DC, the Winter Soldier stands in a museum and learns that he has a name. James Buchanan Barnes. It rings a bell, albeit a faint and distant one, but that's his own face staring back at him, no mistake. Apparently he was in the army, fought alongside a lot of good men, lost his life defending his country's freedom. It's a lot better than the real story, and his metal hand clenches by his side as he thinks about that, wonders just what the real story is. Some of it is coming back to him, not much, but it's enough to tell him that he needs to know more. The memorial says his childhood friend was Steve Rogers, Steve... who is now better known as Captain America.

A few steps to the left and the Winter Soldier, James, comes face-to-face with the man himself. It's definitely the guy he fought; the guy he saved. The guy who knew him, who called him... Bucky. The blurb accompanying the picture means nothing to him, but he knows instinctively that he hasn't seen the last of Steve Rogers. This man will keep looking for him, and when he finds him, what?

Will he want to help him - or will he want to kill him?