When Pepper left, closing the door quietly behind her, Bucky stood in the center of the room, looking bemusedly about him.
It was a very modest space, not at all what one might expect to find in a billionaire's home. A double bed, covered in a patchwork quilt of muted colors, bedside table with a small reading lamp, and an off-white double-drawer. Except for a small Renoir print on the wall, the rest of the room was bare.
Bucky walked over to the window and closed the curtains, thinking about the stranger's reaction to him. Not unexpected. And not undeserved.