James continued to struggle with Natasha, trying to pry her off but he lacked the leverage on the ground with her upon his back. When she yanked his head up he glared at the other man, a wildness to his eyes akin to a trapped animal trying to survive when caught. But as he was forced to stare at Steve, the images that had been bombarding his mind the last several months began assaulting his mind.
He slammed his eyes shut as if that could shut those images out and struggled to get up. "Don't...leave me alone!" he roared, attempting to surge to his feet. He made it partway up, using his metal arm to grab at the man. "I'm not Bucky! I'm Winter Soldier!" He fell back to his knees, unable to keep his focus.
"Have to...stop the images..." he murmured in Russian, his eyes on the machine. He crawled forward a few inches before his right arm gave out and he fell flat on the ground, his eyes closed as his form shook.