"And you'll note that I've given you plenty of space since then, Bruce," Bucky replies, leaning back. "A courtesy your youngest hasn't bothered giving me, but..." He shrugs, apparently unconcerned with Damian Wayne's semi-regular tracking, much as it grates at times, makes him feel like more of a caged animal than he already is.

"Boys will be boys."

Waving off his digression, Bucky then leans forward, pressing the tips of his fingers together, book forgotten.

"You know how I met Jason?"