*Pauses at the place the house he lived in used to be.*

*And then he's walking again, toward the bridge.*

*Standing at the center, leaning, listening to voices passing around. Accents from everywhere and anywhere. That hasn't changed.*

*It's all different, but it's still the same. Still the closest thing to home.*

[--missing in action--]

*Takes a deep breath and looks back toward Brooklyn*

*Scans faces as discreetly as possible. Pointless, he knows.*

*Was that..?*

Bucky..?

*A glint of silver! Fingers?* Bucky!

It was the breath we took when we first met. Listen. It is here.

[Repetitive Rogers.]

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

*Calls Sam*

You wanna get coffee? Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

*Fiddles with his phone and fiddles with it some more*

*Fiddling with his phone in a briefing until Maria tells him to pay attention*

*Gets in and peels off his dirty boots and suit and rubs a sore shoulder and heads for the shower*

*He's up and running in the early light*

//Eep! Better hurry up and see CW!