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Evangeline frowned, noticing the discomfort he was in. She reached into her bag and pulled out a packet of tissues. “Here. You look like you need this.”
James hesitates in reaching out for the little packet, narrowing his eyes as he tries to forget the mass of memories juxtaposing weapons over the harmless tissues, but in the end he reaches out to take them with a little nod and a following sniffle.
" -- Thanks. "
[ One. Two. Three. And he sneezes anyway, eyes closing tight and his left hand clenched into a fist as he resists the urge to hit something as he slips into perhaps the tenth sneezing fit he's had that day. James is miserable, he's been sneezing enough this day that his chest is actually starting to hurt. ]
--Ugh.
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[ It should be noted that he falls into step with the other man before he’s told where they’re going. That he slides into his place on the larger mans left like he should be there. After a few seconds however he falls a step behind, remaining on his left and stepping in time… Just a little behind him.
It was a better vantage point. ]
I know.
[Steve glances over his shoulder when Bucky falls behind him, and for a moment he’s concerned that his friend has stopped. But he hasn’t, and so he doesn’t slow down, he just keeps pace and lets Bucky walk a few steps behind him.] — You do?
Yes. [ He's not fully aware that he should be feeling shame or embarrassment at admitting that he's more than followed the man around by now. Followed and camped, and probably even slept near if you can call leaning against a building and falling into 3 minute segments of micronaps sleeping. ] Been there before.
I'm in jail
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Says the voice on the other side of the phone. He knows it belongs to Tony, that’s what it says on the fragile tech, but still… What the hell is he supposed to do about that?
“ Call Steve. If I show up, might not leave. “
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His scruff, on the other hand, was genetically modified for maximum ruggedness.
I am obsessed with this man’s hair.
Sebastian Stan being adorable at the D23 Expo (2013)
[ James heaves a sigh of a put upon nun, turning back with just as much confusion in his head as he’d had when they started this odd conversation about food and genitals. He still doesn’t know what to say to these people. ]
Didn’t offend me. Didn’t know how to continue the conversation.
[ Onto the more important statement. ]
Whats a milkshake. Shaken milk?
[ That leaves him shrugging a shoulder. ]
Yeah, I do that to people sometimes.
[ He lets his shoulders drop. ]
It brings all the boys to the yard.
[ Captain America is going to kill him. ]
Nah, it’s … kinda like ice cream. But … drinkable?
[ He scratches at the back of his neck. Explaining a milkshake is harder than he’d thought it’d be. What was a milkshake, anyway? Clint doesn’t really know. He just knows that he wants one. ]
---Okay.
[ He would have to ask Steve about that later. Like he'd asked him about Loki, and like he'd asked tony about the D. Well, to be fair he'd asked for it and then asked to clarify what it meant. ]
Lets get one. I liked icecream.