“They were good.” Even if they hadn’t been, Bucky had been touched by the gesture. That he’d even been thought of by someone he didn’t really know, and the only real interaction he’d ever had with the kid was fighting against him. And Peter had given him cookies -- intentionally, his name had been on it and everything.
“Sam… yeah. Spent time together getting the arm thing figured out.” Bucky absently flexed his wrist, because he was still getting used to having his arm back and the differences from the old one. “Not a lot of familiar faces,” he added after a moment. “It’s good to stay close to the ones who are.”