He wasn't lying, and that sent such a chill down Toro's spine he could have thrown the towel right there.

But---no. If this had been anyone else, maybe. But it was Bucky. His best pal. He had to talk to him, to reason, to---to save him.

The first two shots were starting to heal. It was sluggish, but still there. He was knitting, healing, putting himself back together because that's what his body did. Raw nerves screamed at him.

"What cube?"