Bucky nods to Ross and turns the full weight of his regard on Klaue, who looks back at him.

“Gonna beat up a helpless cripple?” he taunts. “Or is it supposed to be a fair fight because you’re a cripple too?”

As far as anyone watching could tell, Klaue might as well be speaking a language Bucky doesn’t understand. Taunts like this mean nothing. He watches him in silence, his empty-eyed stare unwavering, and waits.