He glanced at Bucky “Your file..” He set it down, Brock didn’t ask questions. He knew how Bucky felt, he felt the same way.
Bucky paused briefly. “File?” he asked, finding his way to the table where he sat. “There’s a file on me?” Maybe that file could answer some of the things he couldn’t understand, things that confused him, making his conditioning easier to fight.
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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