Adaptoid’s copy of his arm closes around his throat as the jet’s engines pour heat down on their heads and carrying Steve, Nat, and Clint off towards safety.

“Looks like your target got away,” Bucky chokes out.

What should be a face snaps upwards, watches the jet soaring away, and Bucky feels hysterical laughter well in his chest again. How this guy could think he’s smarter than Steve is beyond him. Adaptoid is actually a lot more like Bucky, and he screams in rage again, throwing Bucky’s 220 pounds nearly a hundred feet through the air. His throat is bruised, and he twists a knee when he lands, but Bucky doesn’t stick around to see what Adaptoid is going to pull for his next trick.