[ There is a ghost of a man inside the Cathedral. Masked, armed, and almost entirely unseen, he sits in shadows like they're clothes meant to keep him warm.
He's not sure how he got here, or where here even is; he doesn't like that. It bothers him in a way that makes his skin itch, his whole body seem uncomfortable and ill-fitting. He remembers little of where he was before, but he's used to remembering little. It's always been that way. He was chasing his target, that Captain, and then--
Here.
He doesn't understand it. For now, he sits in his dark corner and he waits. ]
2; possible Winter Solider spoilers, be aware!
He's not sure how he got here, or where here even is; he doesn't like that. It bothers him in a way that makes his skin itch, his whole body seem uncomfortable and ill-fitting. He remembers little of where he was before, but he's used to remembering little. It's always been that way. He was chasing his target, that Captain, and then--
Here.
He doesn't understand it. For now, he sits in his dark corner and he waits. ]