Bucky went where Steve went, like a shadow at his shoulder, still far too grim faced to be really recognisable as the Sergeant he had once been, but far more human than he had been only a few short weeks ago. At least in the short week it had taken for the virus to take hold and kill, he had healed up mostly from his bullet wounds thanks to the serum, enough to not have Steve fussing at him when he resumed normal life activities.

Bruce let the two of them go and jogged down to where Tony had told him that he had been working, immediately starting to scan the area for anything that might indicate where the trap was originally laid.

"It doesn't affect me," he said, voice conversational even if the topic wasn't particularly lighthearted. "The Other Guy prevents it."