Vincent stayed at a decent pace between Harleen and Falcon. From what he had gathered that morning, a meeting was going to occur and from his watch, they were going to be on time, unless Captain America decided to start it early. But honestly, he would rather hear a meeting than two people here that were whining about one thing or another, like being late to a meeting or their feet hurting. Hearing the none existence of Harleen's footsteps, Vincent stopped and looked behind him to see Harleen taking a breather. He walked up to her, cloak flowing in toe. "I believe this is the third time you needed to take a break from walking." He pointed out in a hoarse smooth monotone voice. His red cloak with the bottom a bit tattered and torn. Some of his black hair fell in his face.