At least Sam had warned Tony, though Bucky didn’t think Sam was the type of guy to spring something like that as a surprise. Bucky’s arm shifted slightly at the mention of it, his gaze dropping down to the hand, the only part that was visibly, before looking back over to Tony. He remembered the kid, largely in part to how much he’d been a menace at the time, but also because the kid had literally stopped his punch and called his arm cool. In the middle of a goddamn fight.
“Yeah, he mentioned it at the time,” Bucky said, still on guard dipping a cautious toe into the conversation. “He’d probably like this one better. Sam did some great work.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “He gave me cookies for Christmas. Peter, not Sam.”