Len had been getting worried things were going to go really badly, when suddenly that odd trilling call came out of the trees from where he had seen James stop, and abruptly everything changed.

And then. Fucking. Captain America. Looking all dirty and blond and like the person that James had known and loved his whole life. Also the most arrow-straight person Len could think of, and that included Barry Allen.

God, he hated him.

He strode up to Steve Rogers. "We're on your side Cap," he purred. "Met with Carter this morning, and she gave us intel. We're after an ally of the Skull - not trying to horn in on your party - but we saw you were having a little problem, so we thought we'd lend a hand."