Bucky smiled thinly. "List is getting long," he said quietly. He'd listened to Steve too damn much. Before adding more to the list didn't really make him feel anything but tired. Sad for whoever it was that was getting screwed over at the time, but now there was that renewed Steve-sounding voice in his head that said it's not right. It was really damned useless voice, considering, but it didn't go away, like it hadn't when Bucky was a kid. His head had to get empty and messed up for that to go quiet, and it still came back eventually. But it was true. The list was stacking up these days. This bullshit show for Clint, Erskine, Cassie, the demonstration in 8, a dozen other little things that nudged their world out of balance. It was all getting worse.
Bucky thought seeing her was probably part of the downside too. Scott got to look at what they made out of his little girl. Cass was bright, cute. A good kid. But she was growing in the wrong soil. "She'll be safer," Bucky said. Because that was an upside, right? They were putting money into teaching her - they wouldn't want to throw it away by calling her up to the Games in her last years eligible. (And there was no part of Bucky that didn't think the random shit could go out the window the first time Stane wanted it to.) So she would probably not end up in the Arena if they wanted her to help build them.
"I'll look surprised at how bad your acting is, so that'll still work," Bucky rallied, giving Scott a smile that passed closer to real. He hesitated and then reached across, right hand squeezing Scott's arm, light and brief - just a nudge of ... solidarity or something. Bucky didn't have a daughter, but he had a sister. He knew how it would wreck him to watch this. It was close enough to understand ... a little bit, he thought.