His smile brightens, just a little, at that. He can’t help it, all right, birds are kind of his thing. “Yeah? I did, too. Maybe I’ll give Clint a call later, tell him to bring her over. He’ll probably be up with her.”

Sam’s leaning in to get a look at her friends - tribbles, he doesn’t have one, but enough of his friends do that he knows them instantly - when he hears his name. There’s a brief startle before he recognizes the voice, and the straight set of his shoulders fades. He’s not relaxed, by any means, but he’s definitely a little less tense than before Bucky got there.

He’s been trying to find a balance with Bucky, between spending more time around him and not overwhelming him, he just hasn’t yet. Sam’s maybe been edging more into ‘not wanting to overwhelm him,’ because these days he’s not sure if hanging around him’d be for Bucky’s benefit or his own, but he’s still happy to see him.

“Bucky,” he replies softly, then looks back over at Terezi. "This is Terezi, she's a friend."