Bucky Barnes wasn't normally a skittish man. In his past, he had been precise, trained and able to handle anything. This place, though, was surely testing his limits. There was a reason that he'd wanted to just run away and hide. Here, in this place, he wasn't sure hiding was going to be an option.

The woman he'd met had been helpful, if a bit troubling. She'd been able to give him the information that he needed, most of it anyway. He even wouldn't mind speaking with her again. He still wasn't sure about her, but he could relate to her on some level. They both were running from something. Tony, on the other hand, was not someone he has planned to run into. That was why Bucky was skittish. While he had not been hurt, the potential for it was there. If he could, he would surely give Stark a wide birth as much as he could.

Shrugging his shoulders, Bucky turned and made his way through the rest of the hotel. He would need to find his room, eventually. He had no idea who else he would run into in this mad place.