Bucky was more than ready to fight - equal exchange of what exactly? Arguments he has for mankind, that they're not all like that - but he stops short. His hand softens around the heart, all of the fight gone out of him.

The king is dead. That's their future? Is this is how it's always going to be? Always going to feel? He feels a tightness in his own chest. Is this is how it's going to be when it's Sam?

"Take your stupid heart," he shoves it in Namor's direction. There's just one thing he has to ask. "Did you see Shuri in all of this?"