Bucky:"You've got interesting taste in enemies." Caliste:"You've got interesting taste in company." [She nods towards the uniform toward the insignia-captain America's right-hand man, the howling commander's best shot. He doesn't argue] Bucky:"Guess we both have a habit of running toward trouble." Caliste:"I guess we do."

A melancholic tale about losing one's self on the cusp of a betrayal