Bucky scrambled back to his feet and dove into the fray, twisting and ducking to avoid tentacles and shots from the repulsor. With no range weapon available, the best he could do was lash out physically.

Thankfully, his left arm had enough crushing and wrenching power to grip and hurt the damn thing's tentacles. He was a blur as he fought, planting himself in front of Stark and taking the brunt of the attack, hoping Stark would be able to take care of the tentacles that got around him.

And wouldn't shoot him in the back, but he was fairly certain self-preservation would overcome hatred. There was no way either of them was getting out of this one alone. Once the fight was over was another story.