[ They were going to have a pretty deep inventory of names by the time everything was said and done.

Had Will ever seen Steve Rogers he would have had to laugh at the idea of being mistaken for him. Will might weigh as much as one of Roger's arms; soaking wet ... with his gun on his hip.

But what he wouldn't laugh at, was a mind so fractured that it could look at his face and make such a jump in the effort to right itself on the sea of confused memories.

The profiler continued to remain limp and calm in that deadly hold and for once he had no trouble making steady, unflinching eye contact with Bucky. ]

I don't sleep well. [ He answered the question with direct honesty. ] Gave up before I ran the risk of disturbing the others in our quarters and I've just been ... walking.

[ It would have been natural to ask Bucky the same question, but Will suspected it would drive the man back into guarded silence. Bucky's mental state seemed too fragile to risk that. ]

Who is your new friend? [ He asked, tilting his head slightly to indicate the well trained Labrador. ]