"Right..." He glanced up at Loki, raising an eyebrow at the man. There was something about him, about that smile that he couldn't put his finger quite on. Allies. The man was looking for allies. That's what it was, he was nervous about the man in front of him. Not so much distrust as mischief. Was he up to something? Bucky wasn't sure.

"You're not the only one who's made enemies," he whispered sadly. "Especially..." He sighed. "You... You haven't seen Steve, have you? Is he here?"