Good lord, Spider-Kid, it must be so hard to be in your brain. Bucky tries really hard not to look like he thinks Peter's on the edge of vibrating himself into a bunch of pieces. Instead, he gives Peter one more quasi-supportive pat on the shoulder, and then drops his arm away.

"Alright. Well." How do normal people end conversations non-awkwardly? "I'm gonna go... plants."

He gestures vaguely toward the tables, one eye sort of squinting uncomfortably. Good talk.