I close the sketchbook, then move to the bed and lift the photograph of mother. I run my fingers across it before very carefully slipping it back into the book.

"Well, I guess we'll see, if things ever get back to normal." I walk back over to where Bucky stands and replace the sketchbook where I initially found it, on the bedside table. I don't know anyone in those pages. I don't even really know Bucky, though it feels like I do. I don't know exactly who Captain America is or what he's supposed to be, but I hope that I do a good job of being him, when the time comes. I hope...

"I hope I never let you down," I tell Bucky.