Steve talked well past the point his throat began hurting, his head pressed to the bars of his cage and his eyes burning. It was Bucky, God, it was really him. Why didn't he know Steve? Why wouldn't he speak beyond that one no? What had happened to him in the last seventy years? He felt sick with it, with knowing he must have failed his best friend in worse ways than he ever imagined.

He only stopped when their cage was approached by the one who looked like Bruce. He smiled in at them, making a small note on a parchment he carried with him.

"My name is Bruce, I'm going to be your supervisor for the next year. I hope we can work well together, I'll ask for your cooperation in all aspects of testing. Please don't fight me on this, I-- do not deal well with being angry."

It was a genuine warning, but he had no idea how much more sinister it might sound to these three. Not the Soldier, he didn't know or care about the Hulk.