Bucky made his way to the truck, and Tony kept his gun ready for anything that would harm them. Luckily he didn't have to pull the trigger. The truck seemed to be empty, which was fortunate. When he was waved over, he made his his way toward the the truck. If they could get this truck to work, they'd get to civilization and hopefully medical attention.

"You do too. I don't think you really want me digging out bullets," he said as he slid into the passenger side and looked into the backseat of the vehicle. He picked up two bottles of water and immediately opened one up to take a swig. It could be poison, or it could be something awful, but who cared at this point. He was tired and thirsty.

"Do we have keys for this, or do I need to hotwire this baby?" He offered one of the bottles to Bucky as he looked at the panel underneath the steering wheel.