"What's a Witcher?" It was the last Bucky got to say before she was pulling him into the vortex. He tried to keep his eyes open but the rush of air and magic had him squinting a little. Magic as a whole was something he didn't particularly enjoy. Mostly because of its continued use against over the years. Some could argue that HYDRA had done him a favor by experimenting on him. Bucky's response to that would be a fuck you and a lot of broody glaring.
Bucky didn't get any time to enjoy the sauna because Ciri was pulling him into another portal. That was just fine by him. A sauna was a good idea to relax but for a date? Although, he thought as the steamroom disapepared behind them, he did like the idea of pulling Steve inside with as little clothes as possible.
When they ended up in the greenhouse, he had to take a few deep breaths. Hopping through portals might have been easy for Ciri but for him, it still made him feel a little queasy. But he forced his stomach to settle. At least he knew where they were. "I don't think I've been here ...recently," he admitted as he looked around. "Steve would-" Bucky cut himself off, grinned shyly and then corrected himself. "My boyfriend would probably like to sketch a few of these," and he waved his hand out to the tall hanging plants.
With a glance down to Ciri, that grin changed to a smile. "I've never said outloud before."