Steve froze for a moment, because he could have sworn Peter had just said his kid was a tree. Sometimes. He blinked at the paper towel in his hand, feeling like that meme looked that he'd been shown of the guy doing a double take with a sort of faint frozen smile on his face. Yep. He was pretty sure that's exactly how he had looked as he tried to understand what he was hearing. Was this some new idiom he didn't know about? A tree? Did he mean the boy was really tall? Weird.
"No, I hear you," Steve replied, continuing the conversation regardless. He nodded, feeling guilty for having been happy, then feeling stupid for feeling guilty, because it's not like he could control it, or was even him. Or something. Okay, that persistent headache was going to come back if he didn't let that go. "Well, if I was happy and wasn't hurting anyone then that's great," he said firmly, reaching that conclusion. Steve didn't understand why Peter seemed reticent to reveal the name of his former... person, but he could respect that.
He stood up straight and turned to look at Peter. He sighed, doing a slight headshake. "Everybody knows Bucky. Sure, I won't say no to a beer."
Anyway, he couldn't get past the tree thing. He really couldn't.
"Did you just say your kid is a tree?" he added casually, but with that mild puzzled expression back on his face. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."