"That we do, and it's completely fair. It's probably going to sound ridiculous, but curly fries are one of my favorite things about the modern world."
He kept the conversation light, all the while observing Peter for any cues that he was in distress. He had a soft spot for the kid, for some reason. Maybe it was the New York connection. He supposed Peter had to be a tough kid, if he'd made it to this ripe old age — i.e. past his teens — but he could admit he was kind of a softy for an idealistic young man in the hero business. Not to mention, Preya seemed to really do a number on that old 'dadding' gene. Eventually, he asked one of the questions that were burning in the back of his mind, and it wasn't entirely altruistic. He wanted to know for Bucky's sake as much as anyone else.
"And you're... okay? No side effects, or anything? Anything I can help you with?" He smiled a little sadly, but his voice was sincere. "I mean, I know you're team Tony, and I don't begrudge you any of that. I'm just putting that out there. You can count on me as a friend, Peter. You don't even need an excuse, really."