"I didn't pick it," he answers flatly. "Blame HYDRA." Unaware of the poetic source of the name, he can only assume it has something to do with being in cryo.

But he doesn't protest to being called "Craig" either, even if he doesn't think he likes it. It doesn't feel right. He's not a "Craig". He's not anything else, though, either. "I don't know what any of that means. I'm an assassin." A pause. "I was. I don't. Do that anymore."

Four days of freedom really isn't enough to make that come easily.