@c4ptainrogers sent ❝ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 03 & 04 ❞ from here !
the arguments never lasted very long. whatever petty drama slipped between them now was lost to the agony of years wasted in separation. but that was not to say they were not brutal at times. they were still the kids from brooklyn who got into fist fights over nothing and squabbled over even less. the sound of the glass shattering against the wall was enough to cast the home into silence. james stared at the shards for a long moment, letting silence replace what had once been full of shouting.
when he turned back to steve, his gaze immediately dropped to crossed arms and reddening flesh. dark blues slid closed for a moment of paced-- measured composure. slowly, he pushed up from the wall and trailed to the shards of glass that lay scattered across the floor. the wind was loud against the cabin--- for this, he was grateful. the pieces clinked softly against metal palm; he found peace in collecting all of them. standing meant facing steve again and crossing toward the trash.
❝ you should know better than anyone that i don't have a choice. ❞
the only thing that followed was the door opening and the winter soldier disappeared through it, into the snow to begin a new battle: but this one with a lighter.
