Bucky didn't have classes today, so he'd decided to spend his day at the club. Zemo was off running some errands- he'd still been acting a little odd, strangely paranoid at times, and Bucky did his best to be there and be reassuring while not hovering. And between classes and some of the renovations at the club, he had plenty to do.
Deliveries had just been made, and Bucky had put everything away. He had a broom out to sweep up some dust and dirt dragged in from muddy boots, emptying the pan into the bin. That done, he thought he might settle in for some lunch before getting to work.
He'd just dug out his leftovers- Chinese takeaway today- and was settling at the bar with his lunch when he heard a door open. Turning, he blinked as a man wandered in.