"At this point we have to tell him something, or he's never gonna drop it," James argued, following Mick up into the ship. "In which case I still won't get my arm ripped off, and all this is for nothing."

Draped over Heatwave's shoulder, Bucky finally got a good look at James' face, below him on the ramp. He'd caught a glimpse before, when James had kissed Len, but this... fuck.

The baby one? About his future? And his feet being damaged somehow meant James no longer had a metal arm...

Bucky might not be Steve-smart, not even as smart as his friend before the serum, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid. And he'd loved sci-fi as a kid, read every terrible novel and saw every bad film he could.

But... seriously? That was supposed to be future him?

Seeing the wide-eyed shock on Barnes' face, James snarled up at him. "Trust me. You don't want to know the full details. Shut the hell up and let us help you."