As he left, I managed to hide my emotions again. I did what I’d been doing my entire life - I picked up my gun and disappeared into the night. The door was locked, the keys dropped down a drain in the street, despite a few clothes still left there. If he was telling the truth, I couldn’t afford to waste time.
I sat against a tree in a park, somewhere in New York, I wasn’t exactly paying attention to where. All I knew was I was cold and missing Bucky already.