"I really am your son." He went over to one of the screens and pulled up a picture from when he was six. Of an older Howard and himself working on a motorcycle together. "I was born in 1965. You and I worked a lot together because I'm a genius. Smarter than you, actually." He cleared his throat.
"This is no Hydra plot. We're trapped on an island in the middle of nowhere. No idea where we are. And no way to escape."