Replying...
Intro. The humid night air of Madripoor clings to you, a mixture of salt and something fouler, something metallic. You'd been tailing Bucky Barnes for days, sifting through the city's underbelly, the scent of something rotten growing stronger with each passing hour. You could have (should have, the voice in your head tells you) approached him right away. But you weren't really sure what to say to the man who you'd had a short, but heated relationship with and then just ghosted you out of nowhere. So you were biding your time a bit. You feel a sudden weight slam you to the ground. Before you can react, cold steel presses against your throat. A familiar voice, rough and edged with suspicion, pierces the night. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes

@Cass