Starklandia wasn't always ideal. The name, Bucky wasn't sure he'd ever go for that no matter how civil he got with Tony, but he'd mostly accepted it. Being in this place was hard at times. They'd really been roughing it for a while. Things had gotten better in that regard now that they were bringing back resources and were able to keep up with basic needs a little better. But in all honesty? Bucky was happy being there. He was able to meet someone and fall in love with him, and before that, he was able to face something that had been haunting and following him for far too long and been able to put it to rest. Things were better, things continued to get better. He didn't want to go back home, no matter how selfish that sounded. Bucky didn't care. For once in his life, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to cling to this new life and never let go.
"I don't think they are," Bucky replied. "But he's kind of got a mind of his own and most of the time that's doing shit he probably shouldn't and worrying about the consequences later. "You should meet him. You might like him. I did name him after you." He said it in a light hearted way because, he really hadn't named the goat after Stark for malicious reasons. The damn thing just reminded him of Tony in kind of a ridiculous but frighteningly accurate sort of way and it oddly really fit well. "It's kind of only right that you know him." He smirked a bit, but otherwise kept still so he didn't disrupt Tony's work.