The alcohol hadn't actually had much affect on him yet, his super soldier serum saw to that, but his rage and exhaustion fueled him to drain another half a glass before he answered her. The bottle was starting to look pretty empty.
"They didn't have me do anything, I just make choices they don't appreciate. Even if it's for the good of the country. It was just this mission that went bad recently, a thing in the Balkans, and then they brought up the latest fuck up at the Raft. Well, you saw it." He gestured vaguely, the Avengers had eventually made it to help with the Raft breakout but by that time Magneto had been long gone and mostly they'd just rounded up whatever prisoners had been too stupid to escape. "I mean what the fuck, how many times are we gonna have to rebuild that goddamn place? And it was Magneto, we all know it was Magneto, it's on film, but I can't even fucking retaliate. Not unless the U.S. wants a war with an island of fucking mutants. So he gets to go fucking free and I get held accountable for billions of dollars in damage, several escaped prisoners, and I had to apologize in a fucking press conference."