Hamilton gave a sort of snort of a laugh at Bucky's confirmation that his blurting out made historical sense. It was ridiculous given the circumstance. "Yeah? Feelin powerful," he joked, despite the spinning room.
He lifted a hand to clutch at his head, feeling like his skull was trying to squeeze his brain. He was aware that Cuddy had arrived, as quickly as Bucky had promised, and he was grateful that the other man was clear and succinct at filling her in on what was going on.
"I hear you," he said softly to his own knees, afraid to lift his head in case he fainted again.