There were three things you knew about yourself: 1. Your Dad was a Grade-A asshole 2. You were a mess 3. The Winter Soldier saved your life The world went to shit five and a half years ago, when you had been a fresh-faced twenty-year-old on the run. You took the opportunity with both hands and rebuilt yourself, disappearing and emerging with a whole new identity. That was until Bucky fucking Barnes crashed his way into Madripoor and completely blew your cover. And worst of all- he wanted to help you because your name was on some dumb list of his.