Whoops, you heard that? If only he knew.

Bucky had, with some of the others, tried getting close and it never worked. The moment they figured out that the legend was real was the moment Bucky decided he needed to go do something else. Wrangling pretty ponies wasn't going to be his job in all this.

So he's been trying, for the most part, to keep towns folk away or happy, or, in one case, take down a couple of guys who were trying to rope themselves a pretty free horse that they had no idea was horned.

One thing is for sure, he was pretty good with riding horses. One of the thieves that he took down left him his horse (wasn't that nice of him?) So Bucky rode it around on the outskirts of where he saw Rogers. He sat, at a good distance, dressed all in black and with a hat on, 'bending' in. Look, he's good with his training. He can god damn well blend in if he needs too, metal hand and all.

Anyhow, he was hovering back a ways, watching the man that he wants to know, watching him as Unicorns started to get closer. He snorted, running his gloved metal hand over his face to hide... yeah, a smile.