Oliver obediently showed his hands when asked, just like he'd promised, then headed back down the stairs. He didn't exactly know who Marco mean by "they", figuring it either meant Them, or just whoever might have been responsible for Hathaway.
He didn't speak again until they were in the foyer, heading toward the front door. He kept hoping that they wouldn't run into anyone on the way, but so far they seemed to be in the clear. "How about the park? Think I'd like to see how Bucky's doin'. Seems like the best place to look. We don't have to go together if you don't want, but I haven't heard anything about him since we got back. Keep wonderin' if he found himself a good place to hold up when the weather gets bad." He opened the front door and stepped out, inhaling the cool, fresh air deeply. As much as he thought this would be good for Marco, he realized he'd been feeling pretty cooped up too. The rain was light, and while it might get clammy after walking for a while, right now it felt nice.