In the end, the Winter Soldier's true identity was exposed. He was Captain America's former best friend, Bucky—the man whose name absolutely could not be read backward.
The moment he saw that familiar face, Captain America was stunned beyond words. That was why he had hurriedly stepped in and stopped Peggy Carter's killing blow.
"Steve, what are you doing?" Peggy Carter was furious. Damn it, she had been so close—just that little bit closer, and she could have gotten rid of this menace! Then again, when I was surrounded by energy weapons up there, I didn't see you getting worked up. When I was swallowed by the flames from that car explosion, you didn't seem too concerned either. But the moment this man showed his face, you jumped over and twisted my neck. That crack hurt like hell. Fine. We'll settle this later.
But Captain America completely ignored Peggy Carter's vicious glare. As though lost in a trance, he stood blankly between her and the Winter Soldier. "Bucky... it's Bucky. You know him too."
Bullshit. If I hadn't known who he was, I might not have hit him that hard! Peggy Carter helplessly rolled her neck. She knew that unless she dealt with Steve, there was no way this fight could continue. If she ignored him and forced the attack, he might start crying and yelling, "Stop fighting!"
So she could only try to mislead Captain America. The person before them was not necessarily the one he believed him to be. "Are you sure it's him? The world is full of strange things. Maybe he just looks like him!"
"I'm sure. This isn't just a resemblance. He's practically his exact double."
Peggy Carter still refused to give up. "Haven't you heard of one of the world's four great dark arts—plastic