Steve didn't want to ever get to the point where he'd wish he'd never known Bucky, never loved him like he had. Because they'd been so much to each other over the years and while it hurt now, hurt because they were closing a door on something that hadn't happened, it was still worth it.
He could see Tony wasn't comfortable and he could understand why, hoped he wasn't worried about where this was going. Steve covered his hand over his chest, gently rubbing his thumb across his knuckles. "I yelled," Steve said with a shrug. Which had been stupid of him, really stupid. "And we fought." It seemed like an invasion to go into who'd said what to who, to talk about the kiss and the dance and everything that they'd gone through that night.
"All that time, he wanted me too and we were just too blind and too scared to have it and now," Steve smiled sadly as he looked up into his eyes. "And now it's over and it's time to just let it go. To let each other go because as much as that breaks my heart? It belongs to someone else now."