You know, for a second there, Bucky was pretty sure he must've gotten his brain knocked around in his skull even worse than he'd thought. But then the world righted itself again, and there it was: the island.

Looking the same as he remembered it. The same it had always been.

He felt too tired to really feel any kind of way about it, and yet the only word that rolled out his mouth was, "Shit."

Quiet, like a sigh.