Soldat shrugs. "You're giving me pieces of your life. It's only fair. Most of mine are kind of terrible, though." Maybe the baby Widows, that wasn't so bad. Horrifying in hindsight, and might raise questions for Jason, but at the time it was downright happy for a Winter Soldier memory. They slip the metal hand into the pocket where they've been keeping the memory stones, feeling the ridges of each one until they find the right pattern, pull it out to verify, and nod. "This one isn't that bad."