The door bursts open before he has finished disposing of the second body. There is no attempt at subtlety or stealth from this new set of intruders.
"Holy- It smells like somebody died in here." One of them mutters. "Oh man... watch where you step, Cap."
He stalks the sound of their voice, their movement, from the next room, preparing to spring, to dispatch them as he's done the others.
But when the second voice suddenly speaks, it hits him like a steel beam and all the air is knocked out of his lungs.
"Let's hope not. Remember who we're looking for."
Steve.
His chest is painfully tight. It can't be Steve. Steve is dead. He killed- saw-
He shakes his head, trying to clear it.
More voices suddenly erupt from the basement stairwell. He is not the only one who has noticed these new intruders. The noise pounds into his skull, but he overrides it as best he can. He needs to make sense of this.
If he could just stop shaking...