Anything, Steve wants to say, but he's got no leg to stand on, and he knows it. He had been at a loss, too. So he had kept doing what he'd known. What he'd been good at. What he'd been made to do.

It's always easier to argue when it's someone else, and Bucky has always been an exception to nearly every hard-and-fast rule in Steve's life, but still. He doesn't argue for now.

"Yeah, that... seems like something we should deal with," he says, sighing, running a hand down his face. "I mean, maybe I messed something up, I'm not exactly a physicist or whatever." Maybe it really was him, for all he knows. But maybe it wasn't. And if it wasn't, then they need to figure out who it was, and why. "I... don't exactly have a phone," Steve admits, although he's sure Bucky does. "But if you need me to make the call, I can."