Bucky stopped and rested a gloved hand on both of Elliot's. "What kind of magic?" The teasing tone was gone. He wasn't thrilled by the idea of letting loose a dangerous magic user who'd roast him alive by snapping his fingers. It was an unpleasant thought. "And what guarantees do I have that you really do come in peace...Elliot?" He asked, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.
Elliot hesitated and then grabbed his arm before he could think it through. “Wait- I… come with me? It’s not worth it, just… help me get out for today?” He asked, for some reason scared of this man he barely knew getting hurt. Hey, it was totally normal to be concerned for one’s rescuer. And the flirting from earlier had nothing to do with it. Definitely.
Bucky paused and looked back at Elliot. His eyes were dark for a moment. "They need to be stopped." He looked down at his arm and the way the young man held it. A deep breath or two later and he allowed himself to think through the situation more. "If they found you again, they would just use your magic - wouldn't they? They'd use it against me?" And then he'd have to kill Elliot. He didn't need Elliot to answer. He knew. Damn it. Damn it. It took so long to find these assholes. They'd go underground again and it would take months to find them again.
