Len grabbed his cold gun with a noise of pleasure and excitement, and hit the button to charge it up with a distinctive whine. He got out in front, prepared to defend both versions of his boyfriend, as James would be hampered by both the lack of his metal arm and the precious burden.

"Shut up, James," Len snarled, though he sounded more excited than angry. "You're not helping."

Then they rounded a corner to see a group of HYDRA goons, clearly singed and running for their lives, and Len opened up with a laugh, turning them all into popsicles.