Jason had been searching for Bucky ever since the news reports on the UN bombing aired. After the months they lived together, the idea of Bucky doing something like that willingly was absurd. Either the older man had been framed or someone, probably Hydra, had gotten to him. So he'd asked Barbara to research the incident, told Bruce he had some personal business to take care of, and flown to Eastern Europe.

There was no point looking near the bombing. No self-respecting assassin or terrorist would stay near the sight of the crime. And no innocent man would linger where he could be permanently disappeared. So Jason started his search in Russia. It was in Moscow that he caught a glimpse of longish, brown hair and a familiar build. "Yasha? Is that you?" The Russian was somewhat accented but understandable.