Bucky's eyebrows were knit together and he shrugged his shoulder a little when Miguel met his eyes. He didn't really...do emotions. Not like this. Not anymore. He was deeply out of his element here.
He'd been close to people, loved them, but it was all a long time ago. Once he'd been through losing them far too many times he'd just decided it was easier to just not get close.
He let Miguel do the talking but dug around in his bag. He pulled out a bit of cloth, holding it out. He'd picked it up figuring it could be a bandage if he needed one, but it could work as a handkerchief too, if Bonnie didn't mind the edges being torn.