"Can you move your seat up..........." From Nate ........... he's bigger than u james .......... mOVE THE CHAIR JAMES ............
it might be one of the very, very few instances that someone has seen the winter soldier with a grin on his face and relaxed. slumped even. near dead weight to the seat. the cramped and rusted old military vehicle seemed to be their only source of shelter from the thunderstorm within a mile, and james seemed very keen to making himself comfortable. almost delighted, as he hasn't driven something like this for a number of years now. the soldier imagines what the hum of the engine must of been like, the feel of it in his hands — though the rest of his thought had collapsed beneath the sound of lightning. james counts in his head. two, three, four miles away.
he stretches with a groan, arms reaching up and touching the roof of the vehicle. and back down. as comfortable as he can be. arms crossed, eyes half-lidded. he doesn't look at nate.
“ no. “ he had half a mind to tell nate to ask him again with a ‘please'.
