[It's that grip that stops him short. That has him turning his attention away from the doors and back to Sam again. The signs are there, clear as day. He's no stranger to flashbacks. To anxiety and panic getting the better of him. But usually, he's the one on the receiving end of it. Usually the one who's left fighting to tell what's real and what isn't.

So he understands that panic. Understands why Sam takes those moments for himself. Why, ultimately, he ends up reaching back out to reclaim that connection. It just doesn't mean he's anywhere close to being equipped to handle this. Sam's the one with the know how. Not him.]

Course. That thing ain't real. And even if it was, you wouldn't let me go back in it.

[Not that it would've been that easy to keep him out of it if Hydra really were behind it all. But that doesn't detract from the fact that he knows Sam would fight for him. Knows that, even if the Words still worked, Sam wouldn't give up on him. He already threw away his life for him for those two years. Took that even further after the Blip. There's a cellphone sitting back in his apartment that's a testament to just how much Sam put in to trying to help him. so he knows, without a doubt, that he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Despite the grip on his arm, Bucky moves to stand in front of Sam, making sure to put himself directly in his line of sight. His free arm lifts so he can curl his fingers back around Sam's shoulder, the pressure behind his grip a little firmer than it'd otherwise be. But he needs Sam to focus. Needs him to stay in the present so they can get out of there. Together.]

You look better in the other uniform. So let's get you outta here so we can find it.