And it's all followed by sheer rage.

Accustomed to keeping himself under control, Bucky's able to set it aside, but it bubbles underneath everything. When he reaches the other side, every mirror he touches is solid. There's no illusion.

What Bucky finds staring back at him is his own face, covered in an all too familiar mask, cold and hollow. His vibranium fist slams into the mirror and sends glass flying.

"I never asked for any of it!" is what he yells out, instead of telling Clint his side is a total bust.