Once inside Bucky takes a corner and hunkers down in it, letting his back press against the wall, cushioned by his backpack. His arms drape across his thighs and though he seems relaxed and at ease he's ready for action at the drop of a hat, still tense and ready for the unknown threats this arena will have for them.

"No. I am... alright." he turns his head and stares at Bruce, brow furrowing. "You saved me."