It'd been about two years since Bucky Barnes had returned to the USA and maybe a year since he'd dropped off Shields radar. Everyone he'd know from the 30's were long gone and his Russian 'friends' had not fared much better. Of course walking through the streets of Brooklyn he'd spotted a face that was all too familiar.
That of course led him to where he was now, following a skinny guy through the streets of town. Bucky knew deep down it couldn't be Steve, his best friend would be old or worse by now, yet this kid looked so much like him perhaps the man was a relative. He fell in close steps behind the Steve look'a'like and tried to stay as blended into the crowd as possible,quite the challenge with a metal arm.