About me: Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was a former soldier of the 107th Infantry Regiment and the best friend of Steve Rogers, since childhood. Barnes was conscripted and assigned to the 107th in 1942. His regiment was captured by the forces of HYDRA, but Barnes along with what remained of his regiment were rescued by Rogers, who had become Captain America during Barnes' military absence. Joining forces in the continuing war, Barnes and Rogers formed the Howling Commandos to battle the Red Skull's forces. During an attempt to capture HYDRA scientist Arnim Zola, Barnes was caught in an ambush and plummeted hundreds of feet from the HYDRA train. As no body was ever recovered, he was then presumed dead, but officially listed as MIA.
If you add then please talk first and I will do the same if I add.
Of all the missions she’d been assigned to through her years as a special agent and spy, this was the one she wasn’t sure she could accomplish. Nat had been looking for him for years and her efforts had been futile, Steve’s too, even with the leverage provided by her. For decades, he had avoided being found. He had remained a myth, a horror story, a rumor. Hydra had used him as a weapon to commit the most terrible crimes without getting their hands dirty and they had succeeded. Even after his existence had been revealed to the whole world, the Winter Soldier was still a ghost, and ghosts can’t be seen unless they want you to see them. It was blatantly obvious that he didn’t want to be seen. She couldn’t blame him, though. Not everyone after him had good intentions like Steve Rogers did. She was almost 100% certain that the CIA didn’t have the best intentions either. She believed in his innocence, but the government didn’t. Whatever the planned to do with him once—or more like if—she found him couldn’t be good. She didn’t even know what she would do if she got lucky and found his whereabouts. It was her duty to lead the CIA to him, and to an extent she wanted to; she wanted him to prove that he was innocent, just a pawn in Hydra’s sick game, yet, her experience with SHIELD told her that she couldn’t blindly trust the system.
A long, exasperated sigh escaped from the blonde’s lips as she rubbed her face with both hands. The clock hanging on the wall of her apartment announced it was 3:05 AM, way past her bed time. She had been running on a few hours of sleep for the past two weeks after finding a lead that could be legit, but just like every lead before it was just noise. She had been working on the case for three months and hadn’t gotten even closer. Every time she discarded a new lead, she had to start over; the one she had been working on was one of those. After a lot of tries, she was growing frustrated. Too tired to continue, she decided to give up for the night and get some rest before exhaustion took its toll on her body and sent her to a hospital. Hands flat against the couch, she propped herself up and walked past the coffee table, which was littered with papers and photography’s from her investigation. A manila folder was buried underneath the layers of files, except for one of its corners that jutted out from the edge of the table. The color caught her attention. Stopping on her tracks, Sharon leaned down, digits fishing the folder and opening it before her, revealing some leads that she hadn’t seen before. A weary smirk lit up her features. That was it.
THREE DAYS LATER
The streets were crowded and lively. Entire families were out there celebrating Independence Day, donning red, white and blue clothing. It was your average Fourth of July, but instead of enjoying a grill out and a beer, she was sitting in her car, patiently waiting until her target came into view. Everyone had expected Barnes to flee the country and get as far away as possible, but no one had considered the idea that the man might have wanted to look for answers. He had been spotted in different places across the states, places that he had been familiar with. Just two days ago, he had showed up in the Smithsonian footage. That day, he was seen in his hometown earlier. He was trying to remember who he used to be—Sharon felt stupid for not realizing this before. There was something sketchy about it, though. He was being sloppy, leaving clues here and there. It was as if the ghost knew that she was looking for him and finally wanted to be seen by her specifically. Did he know who she was? Why her and not Steve? If she succeeded, she’d find out the answers to those questions and many more she had later.
It wasn’t until the sunset that she spotted him. He was wearing the same hat and jacket—despite the hot weather to conceal the metallic arm, she guessed—from the day before, which made it easy for her to recognize him among the crowd. Her car was parked across the building that had been built on the place he and Steve had lived in after Sarah Rogers had passed away. Bucky crossed the street, climbed the stairs that led to the main entrance and walked in. Soon after, Sharon got out of her car and followed him inside, keeping her distance and making sure he didn’t see her. Starting something in a public place was a very bad idea. She had no idea if whatever Hydra had put inside his head was still there. Steve swore that he wasn’t the same, but he was completely biased. Sharon couldn’t risk it. The man took the stairs as expected and climbed all the way up to the rooftop and she trailed after him. When Sharon reached the exterior again, it was almost dark and the fireworks would start soon. Bucky was leaning forward, his back turned to her, gaze fixed on the horizon. The fact that he had chosen this particular place was endearing.
“Ready for the show, Sergeant Barnes?” She said softly but loud enough for him to listen.