"I was created as that weapon," Bucky corrects, mildly, then he takes a deep breath, shaking his head. "Either way, I still did what I did. I was a very deadly weapon. And I taught others how to be such, too. There are things... few people aside from Karpov would be proud of."

It is plain truth. Soldier's assessment. Or, at least, Bucky assessment.

And he almost has to bite his tongue against the preference to change topic. Turn the conversation towards Steve. Or something else, anything else.

Instead, he goes on, straightening again. "Then I have something to work for. Keeping that up... your friendship. I only hoped to be given a chance to earn it in the first place as I was coming here, you know."