Bucky knew he hadn’t been in control of himself when he’d done those things. Decades and decades of being a deadly puppet. But just like he’d said when Steve pointed that out, he’d still done it. He’d still killed so many people with no thought or remorse, including Tony’s parents. And he remembered them all. But he wasn’t about to say it wasn’t easy for him either, because he figured Tony didn’t want to hear that.
“I’m trying to move forward,” he said carefully, not wanting to be too open considering the circumstances. About how his head was still fucked, he couldn’t trust any of it. No reason to give anyone more reasons to distrust him, there were enough already. “With what I still have.”