The first thing he knows is that it hurts. Bucky's reflexes are only as good as his training and even if they've been a little better since Steve dragged him through the fire, they're not enough to withstand this. He falls back, almost dropping his knife but getting it up between them as quick as he can.

"What the hell are you doing, pal --."

This is the games, he knows that. But Bucky's all mouth and a split lip and he sneers in the direction oft he person who attacked --.

Only to stop dead. It can't be. This is a trick. This is something the Capitol has put in his head and he is sick of mind games.