He's instantly ready to attack, his body a ready coil of promised violence up until the point she flung her hands up to indicate she didn't mean to attack.

Bucky considers it, remaining ready in case it is a trick meant to throw him off. He doesn't attack though, which is something, as he looks her over, eyes dark and calculating. The quicker he gets off the plateau the better, rope would be an asset.

"You want to share?"