"Turns out I wasn't forgotten when I died like I thought I was. Nice to find out but it's workin' against me a lil bit. There are these things called Skrulls, can copy you down to the DNA along with a bunch of your surface memories."

He whistles for his arrow then, catching it with his free hand and punctuating the gesture with a drink of his beer.

"I think some of 'em think I'm one of them."