The days were getting shorter so there was less time for Sam to explore the woods and look for supplies. It also meant more time inside and doing...well Sam was still trying to figure out what to do with himself. There wasn't a lot to clean in his new house. There wasn't television to watch or, hell, even a book to read. Maybe that was why he'd been sent that box with the playing cards in them. He'd certainly been enjoying those at least: games of solitaire, slight of hand tricks, and his current past time was seeing how high he could build a card tower. Sam was currently working on a fairly impressive one in his dining room, outside of the cold, and thinking he might even just call it early -- once he was done of course.

Sam was just about to place another row of cards on his tower, tongue sticking out in concentration, when there was a loud BANG in the kitchen. Sam jumped to attention and immediately sent half a deck of cards fluttering to the ground. "Son of a--," Sam groaned but then cut himself off. He looked over his shoulder at the doors separating the dining room from the kitchen area.

Someone was in his house. And after all the bloody animal parts popping up everywhere and Natasha's report of a hydra, Sam wasn't sure he was ready to investigate. But he also wasn't about to go down without a fight either. But also, also he didn't want to be a horror movie statistic. He stared at the doors for a few minutes, waiting to see if someone was going to come screaming through them. Nothing happened and all Sam could hear was rummaging sounds coming from the kitchen. He cursed under his breath and decided he was going to have to take a peak. For all he knew it could be Steve and wouldn't he feel dumb if he went sneaking around his own damn house for his jogging buddy.

Sam moved cautiously across the floor of the dining room, poking his toe at the door to jar it open so he could have a look into the kitchen without whoever was in there seeing him. What would he find happening in there?