He remembers when he was the one to sling his arm around Steve after his friend had taken a beating.

Turns out it's just as much of a comfort the other way around.

Bucky's not sure exactly when the pretty girl with the flashlight peels off, or Ambriel, for that matter, which tells him he's not quite running on all cylinders yet.

He takes a deep breath of the sharp, clear air, relishing the cold.

"How'd you find me, anyway?"