A thick rain veiled Brooklyn and Bucky could hardly keep himself dry even under the makeshift shelter he had found in some dirty alley way. He had spent weeks trying to find information on the man he had been before HYDRA, the man Captain America knew him to be. The most he remembered thus far had been in terms of his birth – he knew he was born in New York City where he had spent most of his early life. But that was all he could recall. No matter how hard he tried to evoke the memory of Steve Rogers, he failed. Bucky was starting to wonder if Captain America himself hadn't lied to him like HYDRA had in order to manipulate him as well.
Bucky sighed and glanced out the alley way. There was too much water in the streets – so much so the drains overflowed. The assassin hoped the downpour would stop soon. Living like a rat in the shadows was difficult and terrible weather conditions were of no help. Bucky supposed it was about time he find himself a place to live. He had seen abandoned houses.
But only when the rain stops. He thought to himself.