"Good at, not good for," Winter corrects. "I am a friend. And a teammate. I cook dinner sometimes. I used to dance until I forgot how. I am just not necessarily good at those things." He shrugs. His self-esteem is a lot better than it used to be, he's just also realistic about his current capabilities. Well, mostly realistic; said friends and teammates might disagree on how good he is.

But he can also say: "And it is the Stranger. I don't feed it anymore, that I can tell. The arm works, but it hurts a lot. I lost my superior strength and healing when I stopped doing the things that scared people, so carrying it is. Harder."