"Well, I can't really keep you from something you need to do. You've got skills I don't have," Bucky admits. He can't do magic and he hasn't hunted these things like she has. He's good at killing, when he has to be, but he isn't good at killing these things and he thinks he might be a liability in some situations. He kisses the top of her head.

"I'll come with you sometimes just for company but I'm not going to be the kind of man who feels like he has to go everywhere with you. That's an insult to your own independence and capabilities. I'm not like that. You don't need me to help you around because you're a delicate flower."