Bucky threw him a grin. "No problem, darling." He drawled out the faux-endearment, but only half his attention was on the teasing. The door locking behind him Bucky didn't pay much attention to. He'd been over with Scott enough to see it before, and Bucky had his own brands of paranoia. He'd never asked Scott about that one - he figured Scott had his reasons.
Mostly, Bucky was just taking in Scott's face, the tired eyes and the wan smile. "Yeah," Bucky said. Because that much was kind of obvious.
Bucky kind of thought sleep was an issue for most of them, one way or another. Some couldn't sleep, some had nightmares. Bucky hesitated, not sure if he should ask, question written in his face even if he didn't say it. The rare times Bucky needed to talk, Scott offered. But Bucky wasn't always great the difference between leave it alone and someone who wanted to be asked anymore. He used to read people better, Bucky was sure. It was harder now - and people were a hell of a lot more complicated than just the people he grew up with around 8.
He let it go, going with the change in topic instead. "Not yet. Don't think I won't keep trying though. I might try to sweet talk Peggy and see if she knows anyone." Not that Peggy was all that sweet-talkable. But if he could convince her it was harmless, she might not mind, if she had any way of knowing. It was the closest to a lead Bucky could think of so far, anyway. "From that place with all the different crepes - I just got a bunch of kinds and had them wrap them separate." One bag for sweet, one for the actual food kinds.