@freedompersonified captain barnes | winter soldier rogers
James really thought he was getting used to this century, after all things weren’t that different. Things were simpler in a way, people could be who they wanted and love who they wanted and everyone had a little radio to communicate. Trips were faster, cars were faster and greater--unfortunately people’s stupidity was also. And now Nat and he were on the run, Fury was dead, someone had tried to kill him twice and shit, if it wasn’t his mind playing games on him he’d think it was somehow Steve on that rooftop two nights ago. He had thought that much; he refrained from telling Natasha because he didn’t want to see her expression when she called him a nutjob.
But it had been Steve because Steve was the one that had been pointing a gun at him, Steve had taken a shot at Nat and she was bleeding from her arm, that had fought him as not many could and banged his metal arm against the pavement missing his head by an inch. Steve was somehow part of fucking HYDRA.
Steve, his Steve would’ve never done that. Steve was kind, and good hearted and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He wouldn’t be this quiet ghost assassin that---No.
“Steve...?” he asked with voice trembling and almost dropping his shield when the other pointed a gun at him.














