He had somehow gotten a hold of a file that was labeled pretty much top level shield, he frowned as he read it. On the tab the name read “James Buchanan Barnes – Classified” his jaw clenched as he read further.
Bucky had been out scouting their little hidden place. It was off radar and far enough out of anyone’s reach that they were safe, but as Bucky recovered from his continuous resets as Winter, he was paranoid and would often disappear for days to make sure they were indeed on their own. He was walking back in the door when he saw Brock reading a file. “What’s that?” he asked, tilting his head.
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