Ivar looks faintly surprised at Bucky's assertion. For all that he can read other people, he's not very perceptive when it comes to himself. Empathy isn't something that usually comes naturally to him, but in this case, it had been instinctive. He'd felt love for Winter from the first time he saw her.

He also looks a little pleased. Apparently, he's been making more progress than he's given himself credit for. "Is that what you'd call it?" He looks down at Winter fondly. "She is lucky. I know what it's like to be different, to have the whole world is set against you from day one." He wished someone had been more supportive of him growing up. His mother has been there, but she only saw what he couldn't do, not what he was capable of.