Tony almost laughed at Steve's words. Almost. Instead he let out a little wheeze of a noise that he caught mid sound, pulled it all back in over the cost of a slight itch in the back of his throat. He shook his head, bemused and sad all in one go and took a long swallow of his drink. Of course Steve thought that was the problem. Bucky. And in some ways -- yeah. It was. He was. But not really. Tony wasn't comfortable with that guy, probably never would be, not after watching him in action, definitely not after watching that video - with his mom -- well. But Tony hadn't been lying when he'd said he'd taken the time to think about that. He understood Bucky hadn't had a choice, that brainwashing was a hell of a fucking thing.
That wasn't the problem.
Steve was the goddamned problem.
"That's not what I'm talking about," he said, and wished his tone could be sharp and angry instead of the disappointed dull that it was. "You lied to me, Steve. You knew what he'd done. And you kept it from me."