Just because he can't see you, Bucky, doesn't mean he misses the rustle of clothing, or how the seat creaks with the shift of weight or the limiting of his already tight personal space, however brief. It just makes him push tighter against the window, feeling even more prickly.

"I did, yeah." And he's sorely tempted to leave it there, in his shitty mood, but after letting the silence stretch almost to the point of uncomfortable he just sighs.

"It was my proposal. Numbers and Folgate helped me execute it: Numbers scouted the place for us, found a way in and an ideal time, and Folgate had an appointment with Pollock while he was at work to ensure he wouldn't come home to us intruding. We found a number of drugs in his home safe, all labelled, er- haloperidol, pancuronium bromide, potassium chloride, ah... scopolamine, and..." He frowns as he thinks. "And sodium thiopental. Also a gun with a silencer, but Numbers said it was unremarkable, except for how all the serial information was removed. A-and a gas mask, mostly distinct because it was of much higher quality than the ones in the standard supply kits, probably military."

He gives an annoyed hum. "We were arrested when we left, of course. We broke into a house in broad daylight."