James was in a thoroughly bad mood by the time they reached the ship. Unlike Steve, he'd been perfectly healthy before receiving the serum, but it sure as hell felt like he might collapse at any moment. Or maybe that was just the knowledge preying on the back of his mind, the ticking clock waiting for his doom to fall and the timeline to cement.

He wasn't sure if he'd wither and die of old age, drop on the spot, or vanish entirely. Either way, the outcome would be the same.

So having Hunter try to scold them for the attempt to save James' life did not sit well. He ripped his mask off once more, so the man could receive the full impact of his savage snarl. "You either let him in to be healed, or you lose me."

"I realize that you'd wish to be certain Sgt. Barnes is well, but we can't simply..."

"We changed the fucking timeline, asshole." James turned enough for Hunter to see his exposed, all-too-human left arm.

"Will somebody put me down and tell me what the fuck is going on?" Bucky demanded. He wasn't quite as vicious as James, but the similar tones were unmistakable.