The only positive to fighting a scarecrow in the middle of an unknown forest was that.. he was fighting a scarecrow. There was no need to worry whether or not he could go for the kill since these things weren't actually alive. Right? Their straw went everywhere each time he speared one with the pitchfork, but he also had fought next to a raccoon and a tree at some point or another.
When they had another break in straw men coming for them, Bucky looked through the trees as best he could to make sure it was actually a break. They seemed to be alright for the time being at least.
"Do you know how we're supposed to get out of here?" He asked Tony, hoping for some sort of answer but guessing he knew as about as much of this forest as he did -- not a lot.
"The door I came through disappeared right after I got here."