Bucky leans forward, easy as you please, and takes the offered hand in his own. He doesn't, strictly speaking, shake it, his grip too tight to be mistaken as anything approaching friendly, but there's no threat hidden in his expression, either. All that's there is a simple, if thinly veiled curiosity, like Wayne is some sort of puzzle to solve.

"James Barnes," he replies. "Not really a political guy myself. Don't have the patience for the games."