It pains him to not have been there to greet her from the start, but he also knows the next best person was. Daisy needed to have things gently broken to her and he's not sure he could have done that. Especially since it was proving to be just as hard to do at that moment. The look on her face was troubling, to say the least.

He gives her a nod and carefully shifts to not put himself down on a knee for twisting the wrong way. And after a minute or so, he emerges again holding a soft dark grey blanket that had been on the couch. Bucky steps down one step and holds it out.

"Did you want to sit down? Or maybe take a walk. You can ask me anything you want about Mathias or me, for that matter."

With his hair cut and the lack of arm to pinpoint what year he's from, Bucky wouldn't blame her if she had questions.