Bucky had his suspicions, but he could get into them at another time. Preferably one where he'd washed all the blood off his face, and his non-existent arm wasn't aching.

And he'd had time to process... any of the past two days.

Actually, that might take a while.

"I don't even have the keys." Wasn't even sure what he'd done with them when he'd left. Maybe he'd just left them in the apartment?