[Bucky didn't know any of these people, but they knew the Avengers. He had never met the 'Wanda' that Steve knew, and he had never visited the X-Mansion. It was always too dangerous to attack directly, though consistently on Hydra's watch lists. It was words on a page to him, and nothing else.
He wasn't expecting to be met at the gate, but he assumed the red-haired woman standing there pacing was the one he was meant to meet. He was in the set of civilian clothes he had appeared everywhere in, recently - a dark hoodie, a pair of nondescript jeans, a cap to hide his face and tuck his hair beneath. He was clean enough on the surface.
When she greeted him and thanked him for coming, he nodded, walking a step behind her into the house. It was a massive building, and he felt a flicker of awe that he still wasn't entirely aware of the source of. It happened when he moved into spaces where wealth dripped from the walls. He'd learned to look comfortable with it to remain nondescript and blend, but some things didn't leave.] No. [The first word since arriving. A pause.] Just thought I could help. [It hadn't occurred to him not to offer. Jean was friendly with Steve, as was Wanda. She needed help. Why wouldn't he at least give it a shot?
And here was the door, with no way of knowing what was behind it, he met her eye for a moment, nodded, and then opened it.
Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't...this. It wasn't a decaying greenhouse, mildew and dead plants, broken glass and splintered tile. The door, predictably, shut behind him.
He had a feeling, then, that he might be in a little over his head.
There was a woman in the tub. Why was there a tub in a greenhouse? Maybe it wasn't good to ask too many questions.]