"Oh, you're a New Yorker." That made Bucky smile, just a little. It was a very small smile, but it was there. "New York. The city lights up at Christmas." His voice was soft, quiet as he remembered how the streets used to light up. When they were younger, Steve and Bucky would to take it all in. A free show was a free show.

His head nodded and he gave Peter a fond look. "He'd like you. When he wasn't fighting you." They both grinned just like a kid at Christmastime, that was what made him trigger his memory. "I miss New York."