He didn't react too visibly to the look on the mans face, but there was a twitch of his head, just a bit to the side, and one eye squinted just a smidge, as if his brain just was hit with something and he wasn't sure what it was. Reaching his gloved metal hand up he used it to shift the beaten black hat just a bit lower on his forehead. This man and his damn... everything. Memories and things. "Do things go well for you ever?"

As Rogers started to move away from the unicorns and they moved with him, Bucky shifted in the saddle, making his horse move, slowly, along with them, though he kept the distance still. "The shields wielder seems to be a one of a kind antique as well." That... that was said with a bit more of the old Bucky tone. A bit of hidden snark. The Asset looked away in mild annoyance at himself, fidgeting with the hat again and frowning.

He glanced away, looking around the flats for the black unicorn he'd ran into before. He'd gotten this horse while helping the black one. He hadn't seen another like it and wondered if someone got it or if it was else where. He glanced back to Rogers, brow raising.

"Might be smarter to get another... pure... human to help you. If I get too close they might freak out and take off your head." Or shove a horn through someone. Notice how he's sticking around anyhow. Willing to help.