The soldier hadn't seen someone flee from him that quickly since--well, since two weeks ago, but he'd actually done something then worth running from. As it stood, he just had to watch, baffled, as Czes exited the welcome center and left his line of sight.

Bucky turned to the drinks on the table. After a moment of staring he took one, thinking that he didn't have enough energy to deal with figuring out what exactly went wrong. He'd... ask someone about it, later.