He pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was the stupid name thing so important? A name meant nothing. And his had been declared dead a lifetime ago. Titles though, his of the Winter Soldier... those who knew whispers of him would always remember and fear him. Of what he had been made into. He lifted his left arm and stared at it, memories of the burning and searing pain before the cold ripping through his memories.
Pushing the thoughts away he focused more on the rest of her message, ignoring the question of names.
We have no business to discuss unless you seek my life.