He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in the blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, "Please tell Rogers, 'When you got to go, you got to go.'" And you're coming with me.

He knew we knew you. You pal, your buddy, your Bucky.

There you are, you son of a bitch. I've been waiting for this!