Bucky's eyes darted over to The Other One as he moved, but then moved back to Sam. For now, he wasn't a concern and, honestly, Bucky wasn't even sure what he should be watching out for from the other man. So, for now, he didn't. The gun stayed aimed at the unconscious Capitolite, ready to shoot the minute he had the opportunity.

He gives Sam a small and slightly bitter smile. "Honestly? I don't know. I'll probably try to get back to my escape route and then back to 13, but I could also be discovered by Peacekeepers or even someone with a really good memory and that'd be it. I'd tell you not to watch the news this week cause it'll probably feature my execution in the streets." It's in his eyes how that possibility does bother him, but not anywhere else. The rest of his expression is that of a soldier accepting his fate in his suicide run.

He didn't want to get caught, if he did he would have exposed his face, not bothered wearing gloves, chosen something noticeable to wear or even public assassination if he could pull it off. He was starting to get Peggy back and he still had Hannah and Sam as the first friends he'd allowed himself to make in years. There was plenty to live for, but if he was to be caught and killed, it just made sense it should be while he was finally closing the door on an eight-year-long chapter he started in the first place.