That was… not what he’d expected. Not that Bucky had expected to be thrown right into another round, maybe get his new arm blasted off, but a thank you for coming? It made him feel off kilter, that he had even less chance of knowing what might come next.
“Stark.” The name felt weighty, a little wrong to say, but what else was he supposed to call him? They were definitely not on any kind of first name basis. “Sam invited me,” he added, feeling the need to explain his presence. “I can go, if -- you’d rather me leave.”