At her words, Steve pursed his lips, face growing serious as he nodded stiffly. The anger wasn't just Zinda's alone. Being told that Bucky had been turned into this killer; being told by Natasha? Realizing that she'd known all along and hadn't told him? He might have been focusing on his friend, but that knowledge, it stabbed at him like a knife. But there was a reason she was who she was: A spy. He still needed answers. That this had been kept from him hurt almost as much as the knowledge of what had happened to his friend. "It's Bucky, Zinda," his voice softened a bit as he said it. "She has her ways, we have ours. He's in there somewhere. We just gotta get to him." Of this he was certain. A person didn't lose who they were... right?
Oracle? Steve blinked for a moment. He'd heard about this Oracle, but... "He went after a computer program?" That didn't sound right. If Zinda was working with this... Person? Yeah it would have to be a person for Zinda to be working with them.
"I think if most people had known I was Captain America in the beginning that I'd have gotten it even worse." He sighed. "Movie go better with popcorn." Still... some of these reels, if they held what he thought they might... One could not run from one's past. Nor did Steve want to. But sometime facing what you had done made it feel like the world was on your shoulders. He could have laughed at that. It was a weight he could probably hold now'a'days.