Steve was smiling, big and bright, and Clint was petting him. That was strange, Bucky thought. Just because he suddenly couldn't remember if that many people touched Steve a lot. Bucky always had, but that was different. It was good though. Barton was a good guy, and Steve needed friends. Plus, Clint was the kind of guy who'd look out for him when he was being a dumbass, and Steve always needed more of those kinds around. (When Clint wasn't busy being a dumbass himself, but no one was perfect.)
He took in the smile and the answer, like Steve was surprised by it, and looked amused. "Peggy's around, huh? She's coming for breakfast, sometime. Guess she's seeing you first. Checking in." Or she'd already seen him and that was why Steve was smiling, but Bucky left that part. In case Steve didn't want to get into it.
"Owfuckshit," Bucky said, all one word, glaring at Moo, who ignored him to gnaw on his thumb. "Hey. Cow. Could at least munch on the metal side," he grumbled. But he didn't do a damn thing to really stop her, just sort of turned his hand so he could pet her, too. She wasn't chewing that hard anyway. Steve's hand dropped to the back of his neck, and Bucky sighed, small and happy, tipping his head back onto it. Not that many people touched him, either. It was nice when Steve did. "Heeey. Go to hell, I might taste okay. I eat pretty well," Bucky said. He could have made that a dirty joke - it was right there, and the look on his face said as much. But he wasn't drunk, just mellow-happy on the drug, and that left him still aware of subjects he should shy away from, considering. So he didn't. Even though Steve, as always, left himself wide open for it. Some things didn't change. "We could get you a cow too. Or the other ones. The ones that bark. What're they, Barton? Sheep right? We'll get Steve a sheep." Bucky grinned at Clint.