Bucky nodded his head in understanding. Even though they were far from home, it didn't hurt to keep traditions going. May, whoever she was, would be quite proud of Peter. He had to believe that. "She'd like them. The cookies. They look like they'll be good."

Bucky wasn't good at baking, so he didn't try to help and mess things up. "You can't really mess up a cookie, can you? The decorating is the best part."