He grinned slightly as he read her words. Wouldn't it be round three? I've attempted to hack you and then I tried to kill you after all. The comment about her painting had him shaking his head in amusement. You focus on your screens too much Wheels.
He tugged the MRE over and finished the contents as he stared at the last bit of her message. Those...were very good questions. He took his time, finishing the meal before he set the empty wrapping and plastic spoon aside. His fingers hovered over the keys. Who was he? Was he still James Barnes? Or was he now and forever going to be known as the Winter Soldier? Or was he some unknown person now with nothing to his name other than a broken mind and soul?