Really, Steve hadn't felt this down since the start of the civil war, when Tony took one side and he had to take the other. Or maybe it was when the act was passed and he was sitting in his home, trying to draw, right before getting ambushed.
Whenever it had been, it was a long time ago and the man sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"I'm sorry." He stated again, meekly. Obviously he did need a hug.