James shrugged. "I've heard stories that his mind was once enslaved." He looked down at the fries and tugged them out, eating some before holding them out to Mia to see if she wanted any. He knew she hadn't answered his question.
"I know he thinks my mind is enslaved like his." He nibbled on a fry and smiled as Ghost rested his head on James' thigh. "...my dreams keep showing me fighting carrying Captain America's shield. Of me spending time with him but...why would I spend time with him? I call him Dad in my dreams...but...he's not my father..." Confusion was on his face and he looked to Mia, hoping she would have at least some kind of answer for him.