I know you're worried about him. You're worried, Natasha's worried, Clint's worried, all of you worry. And he's already worried. He's been worried for a while, I imagine.

Nothing I say is going to stop you from worrying. I could tell you I've dealt with the Soldier before, that we have methods to remove the influences placed over him, and that I'm not afraid of Barnes. I could tell you I've died; that I've killed under mind control, and that I understand what that does to you. But that won't stop the fear.

I'd like to see him heal.