"Only managed it once on my own. Evaded 'em for a couple of weeks 'til I was brought in and wiped," he says, finally just pushing his plate away.

"The time it stuck was when I crossed paths with Steve. He got control of the cosmic cube-- It can alter reality. And he told me to remember who I was... So I did. Wish I could say I fought it off or that... The power of friendship restored me, but it wasn't that. Just the right words spoken to the right thing. Coulda put a bullet in my head when it all came rushing back to me, the things they'd had me do... I went from not being able to remember my name to knowing everything these hands have done, and--"

He stops suddenly, thinking he's probably said too much. It's just he's he's been so damn tired these past few weeks that thoughts he generally keeps buried have been simmering too close to the surface, needing little prompting to boil over and get voiced. He clears his throat.