The events had played over and over in his mind for weeks now. Fury insisted that the moment he heard anything, he'd call. Tasha promised to hold Fury to the promise.

But that hasn't made it easier.

He goes to the window, looking out on the street below, his elbow and forearm resting against the pane, resting his forehead on his arm. Somewhere out there is Bucky.

Except... not really. The real Bucky died, just as Steve remembered.

"You're right, Cap! I see the fuse! It's gonna blow!"

The last words the real Bucky ever spoke.

But this other man... the creation of the Red Room...

He was built out of Bucky's remains. He had Bucky's memories now.

Doesn't that make him Bucky?

"It's gonna blow!" The explosion plays out before his eyes again.

The real Bucky is dead. But this man... he's got Bucky's memories. He's got Bucky's body. Perhaps not his soul... but the chance to have his own, inspired by Bucky's example...

He can be Bucky's legacy unlike anyone else.

Steve stares out the window, wondering where his oldest friend -- a complete stranger -- might be.