Laurel got up when Doreen did, and left the room with her. Barnes just watched them go and settled in to contemplate what had just happened.

Doreen locked the door again and headed to the kitchen, taking her time.

"He looked very familiar, and Barnes sounds familiar," she said quietly. "But I can't remember why."

"Same," Laurel replied. "I just can't place where I know him from. And I swear I do."

"We can look it up while I cook," Doreen said. "And speaking of, I have no idea what to make tonight."

"Default to pasta," Laurel said, already working on pulling information up on her phone. "Easiest thing to do when everyone's on edge like they are."

"Pasta it is. Comfort-ish pasta." Doreen started grabbing things as soon as she was in the kitchen. To feed everyone, she had to make a lot of pasta.

Laurel nodded as she scrolled through some information on her phone. She stopped when she came across a picture from an old article. "Doreen!" She showed her friend the picture. It was a picture of the Howling Commandos, and part of the caption read "James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes."

"...Oh shit." Doreen almost dropped the box of pasta. "Holy shit."

"There's no way," Laurel said, staring at the picture. "Dori, that's him. But it's not possible."

"It shouldn't be possible," Doreen agreed, looking at the picture. "He should be dead." She paused as she scrolled down the article. "Look, Lori, it says he was killed in action but his body was never recovered."

"Because he fell off a cliff," Laurel replied. "I distinctly remember that detail, Dori, it's in the Smithsonian for god's sake."

"Yeah, I remember. It never said anything about his body, though." Doreen shook her head. "What do we do about this, Lori?"

"I don't know," Laurel replied. "I really don't. Tell Coulson, maybe?"

"Well the rest of the team has to know," Doreen said. "I don't know what Coulson can do about this."

"Coulson might know how to break the news more gently than 'hey, guess what'," Laurel said. She bit her lip. "God, especially for Steve, I can't imagine what he'll do."

Doreen shook her head and jumped when she heard a glass shattering in another room. She glanced at Laurel before she went to go investigate.

Steve had gotten frustrated enough with himself to throw his half-empty glass at the opposite wall, shoulders shaking a little.

Laurel followed, stopping when she saw Steve and the broken glass. She stepped a bit closer, not afraid at all. She didn't think he would lash out at her.

"Steve?" she asked gently.

"Now is not a good time," Steve said, not looking at her. Instead he moved over to a cupboard to grab a dustpan and get all the bits of glass off the floor.

"I can see that," Laurel said. "I can take care of the glass. Go down to the gym for a while."

"I've got it," Steve said, since he already had half the glass in the dustpan. He finished cleaning up and stood for a moment, debating going on a run.

"Now go down to the gym," Laurel said, gesturing to the door. "Beat up your punching bags, this is exactly what you have them for."

Steve shook his head mutely. He needed to get out of the tower. He headed for the elevator to change so he could go for a nice long run.

Laurel watched him go and then turned to Doreen.

"I think he knows," she said quietly.

"Yeah, I think so." Doreen shook her head. "Like I said, I think the whole team knows."

"Then we're going to need to be careful," Laurel said. "Everyone's going to be tense."