As soon as they're both inside, door shut, he makes quick work of it. Natasha has the man's guard down, so surprise makes it easy to step out of the shadows and snap his neck with a sharp twist. Bucky eases the weight of the body to the floor. It's all quiet, neat and efficient. He'll never get over how realistic these simulations are, but that's all they are. Simulations. He resists the urge to close the man's wide eyes when he takes the tommy gun off him.

His gaze shifts to Natasha once he's on his feet again, and after a moment he holds their prize out to her. "I know it's not flowers, but at least it goes with your outfit."