[Bucky doesn't mind the running so much. He takes off after Steve at a jog, shield on his arm and gun at his hip. The comment from Michael gets a laugh out of him.] If this works, I'll definitely buy you dinner.

[As they break out of the trees, Bucky's scanning the clearing ahead of them with sharp eyes, doing a quick count of the myriad of strange creatures. There are several of them, of varying levels of deadliness no doubt, and Bucky pulls the handgun from his belt, checking the clip. After he's made sure it's loaded, he holds it out to Michael.]

Try to stay out of the fighting. Use this if you need it, but Steve and I will keep the way clear.