[It's a lot more talking than John is comfortable with right now when he sounds ragged, nasally, and half out of breath. Talking hurts, moving hurts, existing hurts. But he knows Bucky's not in much better shape, just... taking it better. Probably.]

I think you made a mistake, and it's not one you're looking to repeat.

Look, I won't lie to you, mate - [And isn't that the problem here?] - I'm pissed and I'm scared. You hurt me for no good reason, I can't run anymore, which makes me a liability to any group I'm with, and you tricked me into coming down here so you could interrogate me.

But what I'm most frustrated about is you setting yourself back. You didn't need this, it's not going to be good for you. You know that, and you're going to punish yourself for it. I don't need anyone else taking responsibility for stringing you up, especially when you're not going to learn anything from it.