As a general rule, I advise against the sharing of secrets. This is what happens when you're followed 24/7. When your life reaches such a level of scrutiny that it's rare to find a moment truly to yourself. I instinctively want to decline the offer, but I realize that something else he just said doesn't add up. While I'd heard that Captain America's old partner from the Second World War was around, I assumed he was from the Forties. Evidently, I was wrong.

"I'm sorry," I say, holding up a hand, "but did you say Bucky was from after your time? Bucky Barnes?"