Ivar waited for Bucky to make himself known, head whipping around as soon as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure whether Bucky was happy to see him or not, but then, his emotions were never the easiest to read. "I'm not going to abandon you that easily. You're stuck with me now." He grinned, a genuine look of happiness rather than the smirk that so often was found on his features.

"I brought lunch." He leaned around to where he had hooked a bag from one of the local sandwich shops through the handles of his wheelchair. There was the occasional advantage to using the device to get around and having a place to hold things was one of them. He pulled out three different sandwiches, some bags of chips, and a few sodas. Yes, he is in fact looking out for Bucky in his own way. Better this way then having to steal food from vendors like a homeless man.