James is slumped against the cell wall, chin drooped towards his chest, vibranium arm resting over one bent knee.

At first, when you approach the glass, you suspect he's sleeping. But then you catch the glint of his stare, trained on his metal hand as he clenches it into a fist, then unfurls it... clenches and unfurls... clenches and unfurls...

You unlock the cell door.

He doesn't look up as you enter, but his jaw clenches so hard it makes your own teeth ache.