Of course. Growling, James punched the tree again, just because he could and he needed to hit something. "It got ripped off in the fall from the train that 'killed' me," he confirmed. "You've got to be right, this means HYDRA does still use me in the experiments, but they're starting now."

He scowled, and started forward along the trail again. His balance was off; he was used to compensating for the much heavier metal arm, and he kept listing to the right. "Problem is, if I go missing instead of 'dying', Steve will never stop looking for me. Which means he might not be there to stop the Skull. So we didn't just fuck my history, we might be fucking over the entire world."