The Goat Talisman's Soul Power, Bucky's Painful Memories He Could Not Bear to Look Back On

The next day.

A black car pulled up outside the Divination Shop.

Steve and Natasha got out of the car, opened the trunk, and carried Bucky—wrapped in bandages and tightly bound to a stretcher—inside.

Hela merely glanced at them before turning her attention back to the television.

Jane, meanwhile, silently entered the workroom and called Aaron out.

"You two work fast," Aaron said as he came out, studying Bucky's right arm and legs with amusement. "The wounds have all been treated too."

"Thanks to those medicines of yours," Natasha said half-jokingly. "Fury was unusually generous for once."

"Hm?" Aaron paused, then seemed to understand. "That sounds like him. One Captain America wasn't enough for him; he wanted a Winter Soldier too."

Natasha shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

"You just got out of Hydra and into S.H.I.E.L.D. Your luck really is something else," Aaron remarked, looking at Bucky with a trace of pity.

At that moment, Bucky seemed to recall what had happened yesterday and immediately began struggling. The ropes around him made faint noises, as though they were about to snap.

"Bucky, calm down. Calm down," Steve hurriedly soothed him.

Although Steve had told Bucky quite a bit about their past and managed to stabilize his emotions somewhat, it was only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Hydra's brainwashing had run too deep.

"Tsk. You never learn, do you?" Aaron curled his lip. "Jane, teach him a lesson. Don't kill him."

"Yes." Jane nodded respectfully and stared directly at Bucky on the stretcher. "Pain."

"Ah!"

Bucky suddenly felt as if countless red-hot iron spikes had pierced every inch of his skin. He convulsed violently in agony and let out a heart-rending scream.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Steve roared angrily.

Jane dispelled the Burning Body Technique and blinked