The color drained from Steve's face as he stared back at the figure of his lost best friend. It was impossible for him to actually be standing here and yet, here he was. "It can't..." Steve started, but stopped himself, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Bucky Barnes is dead," Steve said, his mouth suddenly bone dry. It was the first time he'd actually said it out loud and he felt like he'd just lost some kind of battle within himself by doing so.

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly, clenching his hands at his sides. "He's gone."

Steve looked away, unwilling to share his grief with... whatever this was. He cleared his throat, his voice dangerously low.

"How did you know to say that? Who are you?"