Bucky stumbles through the mud, his boots and socks soaked from the heavy rain. Every muscle in his body is exhausted and cold as his eyes catch sight of the small flickering lamp.

A shabby-looking cabin the size of a shed sits nestled between the tall forest trees. From what he can see there's a pile of wood and an axe leaning up against it, but no sign of a person as he snuck up as quietly as he could.

He cupped his face and peered into the window caught by surprise as the barrel of a shotgun was pressed gently to the back of his head.