Odd was an understatement. One second James was sitting chained to the bed, feeling the constant pull of gravity and the next he was suddenly floating in air, free. This felt incredible and he had to wonder if flying for Superboy felt like this.
His attention was diverted from his musings though when Strange spoke. Reflexively James shut his eyes against the golden glow. But it felt like he could still see the light. Memories sprang up. James with L.L. and Loki at the club and his awkward dancing and flirting with Tristan. The worry he had felt for his father being in hiding for some reason. Asking for shopping help from L.L. for his first official date with Tristan, only for it to be ruined by HYDRA abducting him. The subsequent torture he had endured over the days in their clutches, the pokes and prods, sharing stories with Loki who had been in the cell next to him until finally his memories bore the truth of HYDRA manipulating his mind into doing their bidding: to kill Captain America.
James witnessed it all and deep down in his heart and soul, he knew this was the truth. He had been turned into a puppet of HYDRA. He had nearly killed his father for them.