Bucky frowned. The analogy wasn't far off. He felt like a dog. One who had run away from its master and was trying to be a dog again. He didn't want to be the pet of the master. He didn't want to be controlled.

"I don't do that anymore!" Bucky shook his head, staring at Tony as they began to put more distance between them. He didn't want a fight. He just wished he could get Stark to understand that.

If he had his way, Stark would never see him again. He'd do his best to hide in the hotel and avoid Stark at all costs. "There won't be any biting. You won't have to worry about me," he murmured.

He shook his head, knowing he'd never get a fair shot from Tony.