— How was the treatment, Pietro? — Uh... considering I was dead, the treatment was fantastic. — Glad to see you back in the ranks, and alive, of course.

— I owe you. — No, you don't. If I were Steve, I'd do the same thing, I'd try to save you. Besides, you needed it more than he did, didn't you? — Tell me if you need anything. — I already said- — I know, but it's better for me to know you have someone to rely on. At least thanks to you, I'm me again.

— You sure it's a good idea? I mean.. The girl. She's a witch or something? — Yeah, something like that. I think she can take it out of your head. I wouldn't dare to ask her, but.. It's you, so.. If there's a chance to fix you, I'll do it.

— What is all this for? — I'm saving you. — Don't flatter yourself. You're not saving me, but your conscience.

❝ — I don't need your apologies. I just want you to leave. Leave me alone.❞

― She.. ― James, don't. ― No. She turned me into a monster again. Made me the Winter Soldier again. You could’ve died because of me. It looks like that's exactly what she was counting on.

— How have you lived your life? — the God asked me. — In a way I wouldn't wish on anyone,— I replied.