Well, Bucky wasn't exactly expecting Arthur to just stand there patiently and wait for him. Not after that-- meltdown. Explosive outburst. Or whatever that was. At least Bucky doesn't hover or tut disapprovingly while Arthur wanders off. He will try to work as quickly as he can without cutting corners or being careless and hope he can get back to Arthur before any unfortunate disaster befalls them.
He can't see any devices or what he would think would be signs of magical interference with their movements. He's not even sure what he's supposed to be looking for to be honest. He's thinking the kind of stuff he reads in fantasy novels, you know? Little leather pouches with weird-- animal bits inside or whatever. Or something that might look like it could have belonged to Wanda or Doctor Strange before.
It takes him a little bit of staring around the ground and toeing a few rocks and tall blades of grass away before he notices first the trail of ants that are also avoiding the barrier. Then he sees the birds.
"...hm." Don't worry Arthur, he'll tell you about it when he's done noseying around.
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He can't see any devices or what he would think would be signs of magical interference with their movements. He's not even sure what he's supposed to be looking for to be honest. He's thinking the kind of stuff he reads in fantasy novels, you know? Little leather pouches with weird-- animal bits inside or whatever. Or something that might look like it could have belonged to Wanda or Doctor Strange before.
It takes him a little bit of staring around the ground and toeing a few rocks and tall blades of grass away before he notices first the trail of ants that are also avoiding the barrier. Then he sees the birds.
"...hm." Don't worry Arthur, he'll tell you about it when he's done noseying around.