The first thing that hit him in the room was not the dead body swinging from the rafters. No, it was a scent, wafting right underneath his nose from corner of the room, one that he'd not smelled in years now. It was also one he would never forget and missed so much of. He froze in place, wondering how this was possible. Bucky was long dead, his body never recovered from where he fell. (He would never forgive himself that, for not catching Bucky's hand before he fell, for not being able to give his bonded an honourable burial.)

Steve quickly shook himself back to the task at hand; this was no time to be pondering impossibilities and whatifs. He had a mission to carry and and he was going to do it. A quick check of the swinging body told him that it was too late for his original mission, the man was already dead. It might not be a complete loss if he could still at least catch up to who did this though so he charged towards the next room, shield up and ready, only to stop at the sight that was waiting for him there.

"Rumlow..? What the..?" Steve froze in shock as he finally found the source the scent and knew immediately who it was even dressed and masked.