Slowly, Bucky lowered his arms, his eyes still staring into Tony's. He didn't move other than that, didn't want to. He could see that the man before him was beyond angry, bordering on trembling. That is not something that he wanted to deal with. He didn't want to be that person anymore. If the man was hurting, Bucky didn't see it. Not right away. His arm was up and he was facing right at Bucky, so the soldier didn't even try to blink.

"The future," he said softly. "That makes sense now. What she said. Out of space and time..." So, this place was like a way station for people from all different spots. Past and future. His head tilted to the side and he stared at Tony. "I don't want to know the future. Don't tell me." If he hurt Steve, he didn't want to know about it.

How did he tell Stark that he was always pale, always shaky. There wasn't much money for food rations when you're on the run.

"HYDRA..." He frowned. "There are command words. Phrases. The soldier won't come out unless someone says those words. I... I was programmed." His eyes narrowed and he stared at Tony. "I'll never be 'old' Barnes. I don't... I don't remember everything." James shook his head. He hated this. He had been better off alone.

This was why he was hiding. Maybe Tony should put him down? Maybe he wasn't worth the fight? "I didn't mean to come here..." But it was too late now, wasn't it?