His shoulders relaxed the slightest bit at Tony’s response, not a ton but enough to be perceived. Bucky blinked once at the second part of what Tony said, trying to think back to when he’d said that but coming up blank. Unless it was something that had been said over the network, which was possible because he talked to a lot of people without really knowing who they were. It could be easier that way. And apparently had been.
“I… wanted to put that out there.” Better to say it than not and have things go sideways. Then, in an attempt to lighten the situation he’d dragged down: “Sam just made me this arm, don’t want to fuck it up.”