"He might've specified," says Bucky, disbelievingly, though he can't help but think it figures that Stark wouldn't. The guy's unreadable, a cipher, hiding behind glib remarks and callous behavior; his genius can only win him so many points. While Bucky had been content not to form any concrete opinions on the doppelganger, to keep a personal distance, he suspects, strongly, that that's about to change.

Dropping down a step, Bucky holds out the shield for Steve to take, no reluctance to the gesture; he never wanted the shield for himself, after all, and his anger now isn't born of the fact that it's been kept from him all this time, despite it technically being his. Even back home, his motive was simply a matter of not wanting anyone else to have it. No one else, that is, except for Steve Rogers.

"What a frigging ass."