Bucky was dressed in his jeans and one of his red plaid button down shirts with the top few buttons undone. He'd pulled his hair up into a very short ponytail though with his new hair ties, Thanks Arva, and he hadn't bothered with a glove over his metal hand and it shone in the firelight.
He was seated on one of his rough hewn log benches outside his rock shelter with the firepit close by. Currently, he had a plank between his knees and was working to carve out a notch in it with a wicked bowie knife. He looked up when he heard movement and saw someone he didn't recognize coming near.
Well, at least the guy was friendly. Bucky put the knife down by his side, but didn't let go of it. "Hello. I'm Bucky, are you new here?"