Fuck. It's the best that Jason could have hoped for, and still it's not a relief. Not after Bucky's had his head fucked with so many times before, not when, in many ways, this time has proved the worst of all, no art or goal in the causing of it beyond the island's cruelty.

Jason comes closer still, hands lifted and empty of anything that could help. "Are you okay? I mean - does it hurt? Do you want me to get Steve?"