Bucky glances down at his shoulder and the heavy scarring where metal met skin. "I don't know. Rift activity is bizarre on a good day. All I really remember is falling in the mountains, then waking up in the desert."

"None of the scars were fresh when I woke up. Doctors said they were years old already."

Years that he still can't remember.

Bucky finishes stripping down and steps under the spray to distract himself. "That's how I wound up with Torchwood. They deal in weird and I qualified."