He shakes his head, finally taking off the old cap and pushing his flesh hand through his hair. "I don't know." He admits. "HYDRA... they would say that if I had a tattoo, there is a pair out there. Meaning they're linked, somehow, but I don't know how." He sighs. "Maybe, if I had my memories... but I don't know."

And that frustrates him to no end. He wants to know, wants to protect her, and he can't. The harder he tries, the fuzzier it gets. "Have you asked him?" He might know - something from their shared past, perhaps.