"You want me to believe that you stumbled across a couple'a time travelers while you was just mindin' your business, like the good citizen you are."
Now the explanations were over, Bucky really wished that someone in this group of weirdos would at least crack a smile, tell him nah, they were actors from Europe or something, but they all stayed still, watching him with alert eyes that reminded Bucky a little too much of soldiers back from shore leave.
He guessed this whole mess was Steve's fault.
The woman looked particularly unimpressed with Bucky's inability to grasp this concept, while her boyfriend looked hungry, mostly.
"Yes. Now we have to move."
She stalked off in the opposite direction, not allowing Bucky a second thought.
The others followed good-naturedly, even Steve.
The one that "Barton" had called a Stark stayed back with Bucky, watching Steve bicker with Barton.
"Cap." Bucky repeated, glaring at Stark with the glare he reserved for punks like Steve and idiots who beat Steve up in an alleyway 'cause he didn't like the way they were talking to their girlfriend.
The man held up his hands. "Woah, so apparently it wasn't the Russians that made you scary."
"What."
Stark huffed out a laugh.
"Tony." He didn't bother to hold out a hand, but continued walking.
"James." Bucky said back, out of habit, even though he wasn't sure why. Tony smirked a little, watching Steve up ahead.
"I thought you were called Bucky."
"Not to anyone who wants to keep their bones where they are in their body."
Stark gave him a knowing look and kept walking.
"So what's SHIELD?"
Bucky asked, walking backwards.
"Pain in my butt, is what they are."
Tony grumbled, rolling his eyes quite impressively. He'd obviously had practice.
"I swear, if they break anything in my tower while I'm away I'm going to hunt each and every one of them down and-"
Tony chuckled awkwardly, remembering Bucky was there. "I mean, nothing?"