Bucky stumbles a couple of steps. He can't help it. Seeing Steve with the shield, taking off through the woods brings back memories. Not good ones either. He remembers too much; they com flooding back for a moment until he almost wants to retch. Only training and the programming so helpfully supplied by HYDRA keeps him on his feet and moving.

Steve's question brings his head up. He narrows his eyes and then picks up the pace. If there are HYDRA agents to capture, he'll get something out of one of them. He doesn't have Steve's restraints.

Something ahead makes him stop. He touches Steve's arm and nods toward the bushes ahead. There's something there, and he's not sure what. The noise and ruckus of the base collapsing has sent all the wildlife fleeing for their lives. That means that whatever is there is two footed.

Raising his gun, he takes a step forward, heading for the bushes. He'll flush out whoever is there and then they can get some information out of them.

The person in the bush whips around and points his gun at Bucky, but Bucky fires first, hitting the man's shoulder. Stepping over he puts one boot on the man's shoulder, holding him in place.

"He speaks English." Bucky is certain of that, even if the man attempts to say otherwise. "Ask your questions."