[Steve's starting to assume that if it's not for morbid curiosity's sake, then Slevin has a personal reason he's asking. And while turnabout would probably be fair play, it still doesn't seem quite right. At least, not yet.]

Let's just say I don't know how to fly a plane, but I'm decent at crashing them into the ocean.

[Now he smiles - and it is wry.] Problem is, I'm a hell of a lot harder to kill than anybody bargained. [Including himself.] Of course, when they dug me out, it had... been a while.

[Although not long enough to ever make losing Bucky not hurt. No amount of time is that long.]