“Rift phenomena,” is all Sylar says as he appears behind Bucky. His eyes close and he places his hand slowly on the wall. Clairsentience is not one of his favorite abilities, but it does come in handy. The memory of objects, of what happens to objects and the emotions left in them by the things that touch them is powerful. He gets bits and pieces of a story here—

But not the right one. These are the people of Torchwood Five. Three women, two men, and one non-binary person. All human. All sleeping with each other in various configurations off and on. This job does that, it seems. Provides reasons to have sexual relationships. He snorts and carries on until he sees one of the women succumbing to radiation burns…. And then evaporating.

Gruesome. But that explains the lack of bodies.

“Nothing non-human came through here,” he says before he picks up a clicking sound directly above them. His voice softens. “Barnes, when I tell you to, drop and roll to your left.”