Bucky gave Scott a thin smile and a shrug. Bucky knew Scott, and he knew Cassie, but he didn't always quite get the dynamic, either. He was a brother, not a dad. It wasn't quite the same. But he saw the smirk and he didn't quite wink, but there was something like it in the faint tilt of his head, the exchange passing behind Cassie so she didn't catch it.
"That's the guy," Bucky affirmed for Cassie, seeing the look on her face. "Looks better on you, though," he promised. The ploy seemed to at least have worked. The rest of what she said was pretty fucking horrifying though. She might BE good, but that sure as fuck wasn't why they'd single her out as a sophomore. And even if she was that good - how much better would that be? Here, Scott, your kid's got a talent for figuring out ways to torture other kids. Congratulations.
It didn't really pay to let themselves, but if he let it linger and percolate, Bucky really fucking hated Stane, and a lot of his hate wasn't on his own behalf. He just couldn't afford to feel that much, so he didn't. It mostly worked, or it used to. "You musta impressed them," he said to Cassie, managing to sound normal and impressed, because he had to, and because Scott didn't need someone making it worse, he needed someone who could help ... spread the awful around a little, maybe?
"See you around," Bucky said, as Cassie flounced off to change. He watched her go too, then shrugged at Scott. "Maybe she'll do the thing where she wraps herself all up in feathers. Least then everything'll be covered. Probably itchy, but covered." He gave Scott's face another quick look. "Dust storm went pretty well - they must be putting a lot of stock in her." It'd been shit, like everything else, but it went off well from a Gamemaker's point of view, far as Bucky could tell. And valuable ... it was still good, right? It meant no Arena. That was about all the comfort Bucky had to offer, still.