"Great, just great, more manipulation." Bucky shook his head. Raised his hands to the sky and spewed a few Italian curswords. "Look I've said my piece. I'm not going to cram how I was raised down your throat, every time I do something wrong. At some point, you're your own damn person and make your own decisions. Either you do something that's right, or you do something that's wrong. And you answer for either."