"How patient would you be if you were in my shoes?" Bucky asks. "Your best friend's about ten years older than you remember him being, you're sporting a few wrinkles and a shiny new piece of hardware for a limb, you're stuck on Robinson Crusoe's crazy island, and no one's got any decent answers. Not even Mr. Egghead with his... Higgs Boson, whatever the heck that is."

The only thing that had made any sense were the bruises. Being in fights was old news.

"...what is that, anyway?"