"No!" Bucky raised his hands, shaking his head slowly. The last thing Peter needed to do was anger Stark, especially when he was probably on his good side, not his bad side like Bucky. "I mean, er, no. Don't. I..." He sighed. "You're his friend. Don't ruin that. Don't mention me, he..." His voice trailed off a little. "I don't blame him, if what you say is true about us fighting. He... He has every right to kill me. I'd deserve it."

Bucky shook his head, sighing as he began to slowly pace in front of Peter. "I... I don't know them. Just Stark, well and you now. And Steve." Steve Rogers, who he had not seen and almost hoped the man wasn't here.

"Our world," he said softly. The more he said it out loud, the more he really came to grips with the fact he wasn't going home anytime soon. "Huh. Okay then..."