The soldier followed him, quietly taking in his stride and the way he carried himself. More importantly, which side he favored, should he have to attack the man. Did he have a specific stride or was there tension in his shoulders. Things a good asset would know. "Same building." So, they were neighbors.

Bucky took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Saw someone from my past. And, well, my future," he said with a frown. "I wronged him, in a way. Complicated. He didn't take my arrival here very well." It really was better that he hit the mirror and not Bucky. In truth, he deserved much worse. "Can't really blame him."