"Yeah?" Neither do I, it's there on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. This guy's a kid and while that doesn't mean a ton to Bucky it's still important, still matters to most of the world. At least, from what he's observed it does.

Looking around — no obvious ambush points, nothing hostile that he can detect — Bucky folds himself into a seated position on the ground. He's more than aware of his own physical size; taking steps to minimize it just makes life easier sometimes. Looking relaxed while being on alert is something he's long since perfected.

"Well, I'm just going to sit right here then, and you can decide if you want to come over. What are you doing out here?" And especially this early in the morning, when few people are even awake.