Steve's gaze is intent, searching as he winds down, trying to anticipate Thor's response before it comes out. When it does, some of the tension in his shoulders unwinds, visibly. None of the Avengers are flawless, and while he may not say so, Steve has pretty strong feelings toward all of his team members, but out of the lot of them, Thor is probably the one whose respect he desires most. He'd hate to have lost it.

"I don't know," he says after a moment to think it over, with complete sincerity. "I was supposed to be the leader. Feels bad to have led them wrong. And I think Nat and Sam have decided I'm emotionally compromised."

"I'm not saying it's easy. I feel pretty lost sometimes, but..." But what?

"I'm still standing, I guess. Yeah, I'm happy to put the blame on HYDRA, and Zemo...I have to give him credit for knowing his enemies and coming up with a good plan. I'm not sure I can blame Tony, though. People have a breaking point. He's always walked the line right next to his, and never let anyone else try to help get the demons off his back."

That seems like mixing metaphors, and also Steve could very easily be talking about himself right now. "I just hope he's okay. He won't talk to me. If you see him, keep an eye on him, will you?"

"And I hope...I hope you'll like Bucky. He's a good man, and he's suffered more than any one human being ought to." For which Steve also blames himself, coincidentally, but Thor is not his psychotherapist and he's not about to bring it up.