Bucky chuckled lightly. "Um, thanks - I think?" He still kind of had trouble wrapping his brain around the fact that there were like, copies of him - it was some sci-fi shit that was beyond his understanding, but he guessed with the multiverse and all that was, it made a little sense.
"Files, sure. Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks," he added, sipping his coffee - no cream, no sugar, just black sludge. He'd be interested to see what was in those files anyway - apparently a lot of stuff regarding Peggy which, considering what Bucky knew about Steve's decisions and time travel, didn't sit well with him.