Jason twitches for the single word that escapes his friend, and even now, he's not sure which one this is. It's not the carefree Bucky he'd challenged to a race through the forest, and if Jason had to guess, he'd guess it's the Bucky he knows, though that could be the hope talking. There's no guns or shields or knives in view, and Jason comes a little closer.

"Jason," he says.