[center][img]http://s30.postimg.org/wekde1cel/2000px_Captain_America_Shield_svg.png[/img][/center]
Aboard the container ship Bucky walked past the lifeless body of the boy he'd killed before sneaking onto Tiger Shark's yacht. There was a puddle of blood beneath his neck where he'd bled as he drowned on his own blood. His face was young and hairless with nary a wrinkle on it. Seventeen, maybe sixteen, Bucky thought to himself as he stared down at him. The ease with which he'd taken the boy's life left him despondent, especially now that he'd failed to capture Tiger Shark, and now he wondered whether he might have dispatched the boy without taking his life. His shield would have made too much noise. At least, Bucky needed to believe that.

He stared down at Tiger Shark's yacht where Brent Jackson was busy sifting through the pirate's possessions for evidence when Valentina's voice came through the earpiece in Bucky's cowl. "Sisyphus? This is Contessa."

"I hear you Contessa," Bucky muttered. "What do you need?"

"I'm putting you through to Beggar Man."

Bucky nodded to himself as he recalled Smiley's call sign and waited to be put through. There was a brief pause and he heard Valentina shuffling around for a few seconds. Finally the shuffling ended and Bucky figured he'd been patched through.

"Come in Beggar Man," Bucky said as he stared out at the Indian Ocean. "This is Sisyphus."