His body arches in an agonized jerk at the touch, at the sensation of being touched, lightning-stitched fire chaining along every nerve, destroying him to remake him into something else once more.

He throws his head back, teeth clenched, trying not to scream.

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.
Bucky?
You're my friend.
You're in Wakanda.
You've known me your--
Nobody is going to make you--
Make you--
You--

All the strength drops out of his bones and he falls with it, sliding through her arms and into a crouch on the ground. He slams his hand into the soft dirt and clenches it tight, head lowered and breathing ragged.