Bucky blinked. The last thing he wanted to do was correct Peter when he was wrong. And he was wrong about Steve's age. Still, he smiled and came into the kitchen, moving over to watch Peter a little closer. His eyes widened when he saw Peter doing the star, but he didn't get angry about it. Peter didn't know the significance behind the star and a cookie was just a cookie. It was the thought that counted.

"Yeah, we're both 100," he murmured. In truth, he was actually a year older than Steve, but it didn't matter much anymore. They were both fossils now.

Bucky sighed. "God, I miss New York. Didn't think that I would, but I do. The deli meat. The fresh fruit markets." Bucky looked up at Peter. "No place is as good as New York. What made you want to bake?"