Who
The museum was packed with families and groups of teens, all gawping and gazing through the glass cases and staring up in wonder at the old war uniforms on the mannequins. The red, white and blue of the American flag was emblazoned upon the walls and information boards. Cinematic music played softly through the rooms, reaching the assassin's ears. The Winter Soldier wandered through the building feeling a strange sense of nostalgia, even though there was nothing he could recognise. He even found a section about this 'Bucky Barnes' that his target had mentioned. There was a blown up photograph of himself, but even that did not strike a chord with him. It was not until he reached the last room that he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
In the middle of the room were a selection of artifacts from the second world war. Among them was a blue, button-up jacket. The soldier approached slowly, drawn to the old garment. The old outfit was worn, but retained much of it's colour. His eyes glazed over, and he somehow longed to touch the fabric. Would this help him regain some long forgotten memory? The item was out of reach, and he wanted to remain inconspicuous, so with a sigh, he left. Something tore at him to turn back, but there was nothing he could do.
Where do you go when you've left everything you know behind? The assassin left the museum feeling even more empty than he had before he had walked in there. Only one thing remained in the depths of his mind, and that was the desire to discover who he was. Not who he used to be, but who he would be. Glimpses of his past might help, he thought, but very little of that museum had felt real. Reality for him was a blur; all except for that man. Steve Rogers was the first memory he had allowed himself to keep. He refused to let Hydra take anything more from him. The physical pain he endured when his memories were taken, that was one thing, but Steve was an anchor. Steve could be his chance at stabilizing, and seemed to want to help him achieve that.
The soldier did not feel ready for another encounter with Steve just yet, but he knew he would have to talk to him eventually. Searching for answers on his own was important, but couldn't last forever. Finding people was a piece of cake for an assassin like the Winter Soldier, but finding himself…
...that could prove to be a challenge.