Hearing L.L., Bucky looked up and lowered the letter. "I didn't mean to pry," he said softly. His eyes had noted the letter in different handwriting he'd not seen in decades. Which meant he knew what letter it was. The letter of his death.
Pushing the thoughts of the letters out of his mind, he watched L.L. He was impressed at what she was able to do but something told him that the blackness creeping in wasn't suppose to happen.
When she confessed that she couldn't find James through magic he frowned. "James has no access to magic. So why would they use magic to keep his location secret? Unless James isn't the only person they've grabbed..." he mused.