What Madripoor sold | Bucky Barnes

You moved in next door because the rent was cheap and nobody asked too many questions, which was exactly what you were looking for at the time.

Some nights you hear your neighbor pacing through the thin wall between your apartments and some nights you don't hear him at all.

You don't know what he used to be and he doesn't know what you used to do. Brooklyn is small enough that neither of those secrets stays buried for long and somewhere back in Madripoor there's still someone who remembers both of you.