"It's complicated? Okay, yeah, that explains it," Kate huffed out, a little out of breath already. Another one of these henchmen attempted to creep up on her, but with a swing of her bow she smacked him square on the face, the guy swirling on his spot before falling down to the ground, the lights knocked out of him.

Had the stranger badass noticed that awesome move? He was too focused walking across the room, avoiding stepping on these assholes. Looking for something?

No. Someone.

From her spot, Kate only heard a shy mumble. Edgar was quiet, even for Bucky, close as he was to teh bathroom door now.

"J-James? Is - Is that you?"

Kate watched from her spot as the door was finally opened, the sweet old man and owner of the house visibly shaking as he made his way out of his hiding spot. He reached onto Bucky immidiatly, holding onto his biceps in a way that made her wonder if he was shocked to see him there or just needed someone to hold onto, someone to help him feel grounded.

"They - They started destroying everything. Look - Look at my home." Swaying a shaking hand, the old man pointed at the apartment as if Bucky had not taken a look around himself until now. It was clear he was in shock. "They kept asking for a thing but I don't know- I don't know what it was. I couldn't help them." Edgar's voice broke as he held onto Bucky again.