I don't know what to say. I don't know how to tell him that using the Cube to make him into the Bucky I knew would have been tantamount to what the Russians did. Making him over in an image I wanted, discounting the changes, however painful, he'd gone through.

The life he'd lived, if it could be called that. But I have to believe, have to, that it's worth it. He's still alive, and he has the chance to be whole, however long and hard a road it'll be to get there.

"Bucky, those weren't your choices. That wasn't you."