Bucky wants to vomit. He wants to scream. He draws his Glock.

Two steps take him into the hallway. Combat boots don’t slip in blood, but he can feel the slick beneath his tread. One step to the side. He raises his arm, aims, and takes the shot. The bullet takes Mr. Green in the back of the head, but he doesn’t fall. His face slams into the door he’d been attempting to punch through, and then he just turns around.

Turns out, Mr. Green doesn’t actually have a face.