ever marching as to war

Another fruitless, frustrating night in Rapture comes to a close, and Bucky's too wound up from unspent adrenaline to want to crash so early. They've had a few breaks in the Redman case lately, but haven't yet been able to make it materialize into more actionable information since destroying the Bathysphere. But that night is as much a source of distress as it is of comfort; he nearly died, in a very concrete, familiar way, and while he was able to shrug it off at the time, what few quiet moments he's had since have been filled with unsettling thoughts of the strange, twisted nature of his life.

He sits across from Peggy in the Winchester, chin in his metal palm as he pushes his food around in his plate. He extended the invite when he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep, but filling the meal with casual conversation is proving more difficult than he expected. Eventually he opts to just ask the question that's been at the forefront of his mind since they sat down.

"Sergeant Barnes," he says, glancing up. "How did he die?"