Hearing Bobbi's voice through the haze of pain, James forced himself to sit up and looked at the door, trying to give Bobbi a reassuring smile though there were still traces of fear in his eyes. "Yeah," he said, trying to make his voice sound even. Letting out a slow breath, he forced a smile.
"Just a nightmare," he returned. He licked his lips and pushed his hair off of his forehead. "Sometimes I hate being fiction. Especially with that new movie about your world coming out next month." He hugged himself. "I've lived through Ultron...not fun." He shifted carefully and picked up a bottle of painkillers he'd been given and took one.
"The Ultron in my world killed most of the Avengers and heroes... My parents, Clint, Black Panther...you..."