[It was a while ago, longer than a month. Bucky has died since then. Lost everything all over again. He just responds with a subtle shake of his head - they'll talk about it later and sort out how bad the timeline disparity is.

His glance is skeptical, but he's not exactly eager to carry him, so he acquiesces.] Okay. Don't get splattered. You're the only familiar face I've seen in this crazy place.

[He heads to the wall of the cave and starts feeling for a handhold; when doesn't find one, he digs vibranium fingers in and makes one.] If something happens, it'll be my fault for not slinging you over my shoulder. How about that?