"They always find you." Bucky shrugged and took another sip of his drink. He turned to Loki. Being on the move was not a bad thing. He'd gotten good at it, to be honest. Didn't mean he liked it, though. Just once, he wished he could find a place and stop running. He wished he could just be left alone.

This place may be a prison, but could he stop running here?

Bucky frowned at Loki. "Enemies. Not surrounded, but I've already run into one of mine. Wanted to shoot me," he murmured. Bucky slugged back his drink and reached out to pour himself another. They may not be surrounded, but he sure didn't like running into Stark on his first day here. "Time is an illusion," he said softly. "It's a constant. What is one day for one person is one year for another. Watching people die. Not easy."