They take a few shuddery breaths. Train. Not HYDRA. (But wasn't there a train? With HYDRA? Picking up the shield and-- No.)

The Asset neatly derails that thought. They take another shuddery breath. Origami. Think of. A paper folds this way, then that way, then unfold and fold this way....

"Raven," they finally manage. "I. I was in a box." A trunk, technically, but their brain has only filled in the word box.