"I..." He's a little alarmed by the sudden uncomfortable shift in Bucky's tone, and his own voice softens in kind. "No, I don't think that. But by your own admission you aren't much for planning, and the ideas I remember you offering at dinner weren't... ones that worked in our current situation. I'm sure they must in the future, but here and now we are much more limited. I was trying to say that I don't want it to come to violence. But making plans, asking questions- Bucky, that is quite literally my job. A-and I can't... I can't do anything on my own here," he admits, with a quiet growl of frustration. "Not blind."