[Bucky rolls his shoulders when Newt releases him, some of the tension bleeding out of his form. He'd been raring for a fight, maybe. A good one. It's been a long couple of weeks already and the more he sees, the more he'd like to see this city burnt to the ground. He spits out the word,] Fascists. [And cracks the knuckles of his flesh hand.] Dealt with their kind before.

[He acts like he's going to say something else, but then Newt mentions a case full of monsters, and Bucky turns on him, scowling. He manages to keep his voice low, at least.] Then why the hell'd you step in? The mission comes before any of us. I was on the front lines during the second World War, I could've handled myself.