"A kitten. Riiiight." Bucky nodded his head. "Sometimes it might not be better that you survive." Sometimes, he thought to himself, it would be better if the other man won.

Stepping inside, Bucky unclipped his pack and shrugged it off his shoulders, setting it on one of the bed. The hat came next, reaching up to run a hand through his already messy hair, trying to eliminate some of the hat head that he was sure he had.

"Ghosts." Bucky turned and glanced around the room. "Huh. Will I know them?"