ever marching as to war

I stare at the clear liquid where it slants across the bottle, a thin, undisturbed silver line.

"...I had forgotten," I say, quietly, voice pitched so not a soul beyond Bucky would ever hear me, and even he probably has to strain, "that your sleeve had caught. Until the Skull- Lukin- the two of them used the cube to make me relive my memories, to try and unravel my mind, I guess, I hadn't... I'd forgotten. That you couldn't drop off."