You know, over the last few years I've gotten used to a lot.
Willing suspension of disbelief and all that.
But Wonderland? /Really/?
What next- flying pigs?
Actually, I take that back. I don't need my bacon flying.

[ honestly, it's a few hours before he makes it into the mansion at all - needing the time to check the scenery, watch for surveillance. he's an escaped vigilante at this point, and he needs to keep his head down or risk jeopardizing cap and everyone else on the mission. he wouldn't allow that, so he takes the time to search things out and when he gets nothing, that's when he ventures inside.

it's about as weird and surreal as he expected, knowing what info he gets upon arrival, but he makes it through the front door anyway. through the rooms, avoiding anyone else he notices, before taking the stairs up to the next level and down the hallways, doors on either sides. it feels a whole lot like some weird, 70s horror flick that he used to watch when he was younger, and that curling ball of anxiety doesn't quite go away.

but he keeps going, just in case. maybe there will be someone down the hall, maybe cap will be around the corner, or clint, or any of the other guys. that, and the fact he still doesn't know where the hell he is keeps him moving. down one hall, then another, eyes on everything he can see. ]