[It's all meant in... not exactly fun, but good-naturedness, but when Tony looks offended, he just shrugs.] I get that. None of this still feels completely real.

[And Tony should have some inkling of how difficult it is for Bucky to trust his own brain. His own memories and thoughts.

Becca leans in closer, until she's almost, but not quite, nose to nose with Nightlight, and answers her chirp with a little trill of delight.]

I'm not sure how much of what we feel transfers to them. Becca didn't even hatch until I met up with Natasha, and she took to her right off.