He looked down at the red light and then followed it back up so that by the time Bucky was speaking, Steve was looking at him. "I'm flattered that your opinion of me's that high and all, but you're wrong."

No, not he alone. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything truly alone in his life. There'd been Bucky or Howling Commandos, or Avengers, or Sam and Nat, or even SHIELD. He didn't work alone. Other people worked with him and god dammit he wasn't a lone wolf. His pack was loose, scattered, he was sometimes introverted as hell, but he wouldn't have accomplished much alone.