Another sudden rush of sympathy for the kid floods him; if he's labeling Bucky as someone he knows then he's really grasping at straws for a connection here. Bucky wandered in to having Peggy already, to definitely knowing Clint more than Spider-Kid knows the Winter Soldier. He's alone, Bucky realizes, and a long-dormant protect the kid feeling that never quite went away shimmies to life. He forces it down, but he can't help reaching out to gently clasp Peter's shoulder with the metal hand.

"Yeah," he mutters in a sort of awkward agreement. Lucky. "Well. No hard feelings, then. Maybe we can figure something out while we're here. A way to get back."