Something is wrong. He doesn't feel like himself at all. It hurts in his chest, as if something is missing, as if something has gone terribly wrong. He feels weak and drained as he stumbles from his room. His usual adornments are left forgotten in his room, forgotten in the urgency to just move, to walk. He at least has some decency with his shorts on, but that's about all.

Part of him wonders if the water would help, but that's discarded. This isn't from lack of water.

This is--

"That's mine!" He manages roughly, eyes narrowing. He isn't sure what's worse, the obvious Vibranium Bucky is showing off in that arm of his or the fact he clutches his heart in his hands.

"Give it back."

He hasn't quite realized Ramonda is carved into the heart.