"Doesn't matter. You got me a cow to judge and she still likes me, so you failed, Barton," Bucky told him. "Trying to get me rejected by cattle and just introduced me to a new cow friend. Should have thought it through. I'm pretty fucking charming to cows."
Moo just ignored them in favor of investigating the new person, anyway, and Bucky watched her, charmed as she sniffed at Steve and stuck her face into his. As far as he could tell so far - she just got into anything she wanted to and didn't give a damn what anyone said.
Bucky had a well established soft spot for small, fierce things that got into trouble. He laughed. "There's rocks that know more about cows than this guy and me," Bucky said. "Don't talk trash about our kittens. They got cute hooves." Bucky threw Steve a grin and tried to explain. "It was ... a thing. We were talking shit and I acted like kittens had hooves and then he thought I thought horses or rats were cats, so I found a picture someone made of a rat-horse. It was fucking weird looking."
He waved a hand, watching Moo's lone eye follow it from her spot on Steve's chest. "Nevermind - probably not helping to talk about it." It was still confusing. He could get his phone and show Steve the conversation, Bucky supposed. But. Moving.
He'd just leave it a mystery. Bucky was comfortable where he was.