"He didn't run off, you don't have any fucking idea what he does or where he's gone," Joe muttered darkly, stomping up the stairs and shouldering past Bucky. He regretted that decision as soon as he was inside. The skeleton was still there, stinking and rotting, damp dirt clinging to the bones.

"Stay out there, Logan," he called, although he doubted that he could keep Logan out if he really wanted to. And he wasn't sure he wanted him out there with Bucky either.