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Jun. 23rd, 2015 07:14 pmtookthewheelHe lands, catlike, on the fire escape outside of Steve Rogers apartment.
It's winter in New York, many months after the day SHIELD fell and Hydra was dragged out of the shadows. From the sky fat flakes of snow are falling to add to the piles already on the ground. He's covered in them, white dusting his hat and clothing as he fights back a tremble in his fingers. The clothing he has is inadequate for current temperatures but the Sol -- James has known far worse.
The only thought that matters in his head is what he's going to say to Steve when he see's him and despite the fact he's right outside the apartment he still doesn't know. Sorry is a popular one, amidst the leftove vestiges of the Asset suggesting he needs to offer himself up for punishment after going AWOL. Another piece of him wants to make a smart comment, offset the sadness he's sure he'll see in the man's face on his return.
None of them fit, none of them feel right. He hates that not knowing. James wants to walk in and say the right thing, do the right thing the way that Bucky would have except the memories in his head aren't playing along. He supposes it doesn't matter though, Bucky Barnes would probably have never run from Steve in the first place, so he's on his own there.
The urge to run flits through him again the way it has the whole way here and he wrestles it down. He's been running long enough, time to turn himself in.
James takes a knife and moves to slide it into the lock on the window only to find that it's already open. Surprisingly his first thought is more anger that Steve left the window unlocked than anything else, it's sloppy security and is just asking for someone to break into his apartment.
Someone like you?
He grimaces as he slides the window up, trying to ignore his own hypocrisy with that thought. Coming in through the window is the safest option. It's better for Steve if no one else see's the Winter Soldier entering his apartment, he is still a wanted fugitive in more countries than this one.
Inside is warm and sets the shaking in his hands worse despite his efforts to still them. Bu -- James, James bites his lip as he crouches on the floor, then forces himself to stand up. He has no need to hide, no need at all.
It's winter in New York, many months after the day SHIELD fell and Hydra was dragged out of the shadows. From the sky fat flakes of snow are falling to add to the piles already on the ground. He's covered in them, white dusting his hat and clothing as he fights back a tremble in his fingers. The clothing he has is inadequate for current temperatures but the Sol -- James has known far worse.
The only thought that matters in his head is what he's going to say to Steve when he see's him and despite the fact he's right outside the apartment he still doesn't know. Sorry is a popular one, amidst the leftove vestiges of the Asset suggesting he needs to offer himself up for punishment after going AWOL. Another piece of him wants to make a smart comment, offset the sadness he's sure he'll see in the man's face on his return.
None of them fit, none of them feel right. He hates that not knowing. James wants to walk in and say the right thing, do the right thing the way that Bucky would have except the memories in his head aren't playing along. He supposes it doesn't matter though, Bucky Barnes would probably have never run from Steve in the first place, so he's on his own there.
The urge to run flits through him again the way it has the whole way here and he wrestles it down. He's been running long enough, time to turn himself in.
James takes a knife and moves to slide it into the lock on the window only to find that it's already open. Surprisingly his first thought is more anger that Steve left the window unlocked than anything else, it's sloppy security and is just asking for someone to break into his apartment.
Someone like you?
He grimaces as he slides the window up, trying to ignore his own hypocrisy with that thought. Coming in through the window is the safest option. It's better for Steve if no one else see's the Winter Soldier entering his apartment, he is still a wanted fugitive in more countries than this one.
Inside is warm and sets the shaking in his hands worse despite his efforts to still them. Bu -- James, James bites his lip as he crouches on the floor, then forces himself to stand up. He has no need to hide, no need at all.
