It's like someone's pulled the rug out from Falcon. His only outward reaction is his eyes widening minutely, but inwardly...

... Friendship. Is that... can they call what they had before that? If he had a stomach, it might've done a flip, but he doesn't, so instead he's left with this strange, uncomfortable feeling.

But I didn't endanger anyone, he wants to bite out, but he doesn't, because that's not quite true, is it? Loki and Robin had felt faint, even back then, and what would have happened if they'd left him in the middle of the fight?

Hereward brushes against his soul, encouraging. Falcon realizes he's been quiet for far too long.

"... I appreciate it," he says. "I admit I reacted... poorly, to say the least." It felt like you were choosing Drake over me, and like you were telling me you didn't think I was capable of choosing my own path. "Even if I was"- ugh this feels like pulling teeth- "hurt, I do regret how I treated you." Magpie even extended an olive branch- one that Falcon immediately crushed beneath his heel. "That's no way to treat" -is he really going to say it- "a friend."

God. There. He said it, his eyes firmly on the cherry tree to his left. If he weren't a robot, he might've been blushing out of embarrassment.