Bucky nodded his head slowly. "I... I'm not sure I want to go back." His head tilted to the side and he stared at Loki. "There were people looking for me." He shrugged his shoulders. There would always be people be looking for him, no matter where he went.

Glancing down at his metal hand, Bucky flexed it, making a fist and letting it out slowly. It was his arm, something he couldn't change about himself. He wasn't sure what Loki meant, what he'd been asking about in regards to his arm, but it clearly wasn't what Loki wanted.

"I have the feeling we have lots of time. We're both stuck here," he said softly.