Narrowing my eyes, I lean slowly forward and point a vaguely-wavering finger Bucky's way. "If I was you, I would be a lumberjack and you know it," I imperiously reply, and then flop back into my chair.

"I know what you're doing. Oh yeah. I got your number." My nod turns into a disbelieving shake of my head. "You're a cruel master, Dr. Barnes. I know what you're doing." A wag of my finger. "First!" I pause, pull in a deep breath. "Do no harm. I took that oath, I know it."