"...Not an axe murderer, no." It'd been an innocent enough statement, Bucky can tell from the tone of voice, but it still cuts deeper than he would have thought. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. It's just a kid Barnes, get over yourself.

It's easier said than thought, but that's his life in general anymore.

"You don't have anything to fear from me." He can't help that his expression quirks into half a smile. Apparently, however they all got here, this place seems to like people from the tri-State area; first Peter, and now this girl. "C'mon out of hiding, Jersey."