[Bucky doesn't move, eyes on the hand gripping his boot, body tense. He's on edge, ready to do whatever he has to do to get away. He shakes his head, fingers curled up, the nails of his real hand biting into his palm.]

I don't care who's looking for me. Nobody's gonna make me do that anymore. Nobody.

[Which wasn't exactly something Bucky had any control over. All they had to do was speak the god damn words and he was the soldier again.]

If I have to fight my way out, I will. But my mind is my own again and as long as it is, I make the calls.