After everyone had packed up and closed shop, they followed Hill into a vehicle headed for the so-called secret base. Everyone was fairly silent along the way. They had all noticed that someone was missing—Sarah was gone—but one look at Natasha's utterly devastated expression told them what had happened.
No one was foolish enough to deliberately ask a question that would rub salt in the wound, and no one offered consolation either. They all knew that, in a situation like this, it was best to let Natasha be alone for a while.
Captain America's silence, however, was not entirely because of that. He was still thinking about the Winter Soldier. "He looked at me as if he didn't know me at all."
"Doesn't that prove he wasn't Bucky?" Peggy Carter had no other choice now but to vehemently deny that the Winter Soldier was Bucky. "You saw him fall from that train into the ravine with your own eyes. And it's been seventy years. There's no way he could still be that young."
"But I never saw him die. He may have been captured." Captain America stubbornly shook his head. "It was Zola. Bucky was captured once with the unit back in '43. Zola experimented on him. Maybe that was why he survived the fall. They must have found him."
Which one of us actually knows the truth? How did you fill in more details than I knew? And somehow get them right? Peggy Carter sighed. Captain America's current state was internally logical; there was simply no persuading him. So she changed tactics.
"But what if it really is him? Over the past several decades, the Winter Soldier has been responsible for at least hundreds of murders and acts of sabotage. The people he killed and the destruction he caused