"Well, I don't know where you're from, but I'm not exactly used to people who can do all these crazy things. I think you have a fair excuse." The are some pretty crazy abilities back home, but Bucky's managed to steer clear of that kind of thing for a couple of years now. He's not exactly thrilled to be thrust into whatever this is now.

He pushes his own crown of petunias and black dahlias back from his face; between the flowers and the wet hair, Bucky's getting pretty tired of water trickling down his forehead and cheeks.

"I was thinking something similar, but I don't have a rope." She does though, which brings the idea into the realm of possibility. He considers their surroundings, then points to a street sign. "Think you can hook that? Get yourself down, then worry about me."