This is it. Moment of truth. I've just been dying to hit something, and here's a perfect target, welcoming me with open arms...

I'll say this for the guy: he's surprisingly thoughtful for someone who'd slit his own son's throat.

"To offer you a lozenge?" Bucky suggests, but for all that there's laughter in his voice, the joke ends there. He's sprinting, now, not showing any signs of stopping, bringing up the shield at the last possible second. Vibranium absorbs impact; provided the timing works out, Bats'll get the full brunt of his weight, and Bucky'll barely notice.

And if I'm off a little a bit, well... At least I'm always good for a fast recovery.