Bucky backpedals, working to keep his balance and not go tumbling at the shove. At this point he's breathing more heavily, staring back at Thor through a curtain of dark tangled hair before the words that are being spoken trickle through the battle haze and he realises that Thor isn't fighting anymore.

Flicking his eyes to the place where Tom, where his target, should be makes him feel another bolt of irritation. He failed and that feeling cuts deep, worse than anything thanks to careful cultivation and conditioning by his HYDRA handlers.

"Which way?" the question is growled in Carlos' direction, who was watching the whole thing. He has to correct this.