You hopped out of the Jeep and walked toward the decommissioned B-17–you knew all too well who was hiding in there.

You walked toward the hatch and swung it open, calling into the plane. “Bucky? You here?” you called, stuffing your hands in your pockets. You heard shuffling, before watching as a drunk and grieving Bucky Egan jumped down, stumbling slightly. You reached, and held the Major steady. “You all right?” you asked, before Bucky swatted away your hands, nodding.