I'm not worried. [ He hopes this is a show of trust, or some strange kind of self-belief.

Not that he's had much of that in the past few years. ]

And… [ He turns his head, eyes following a few cracks in the wall. ] I got all of that taken care of, a while back. [ And he'd sort of assumed the same, because obviously the man sitting in front of him remembered some parts of who he was, really. Knew Steve, knew what he stood for. ] I wish I could tell you I could do it again. [ He exhales like he's pulling off a scab. ] Or that it was worth the price.

[ But he'll tell the story, if that's what Bucky wants. ]