This had been a university where he studied once. The effects that the remarkable site had upon his clouded mind had been astonishing. The moment he stepped foot within the infrastructure, he was practically pummeled by a memory that had made him crashed down on the tiled floors, his fingers raking against the polished wood as pale eyes squeezed themselves shut tight until he nearly saw white, hot stars behind them.
                   [DECEMBER 8TH, 1941]
   ââŠYesterday, December 7th, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, [the] United
  States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces
  of the empire of Japan.â  It was the first time within the school year that their class fell
  deathly silent, FDRâs voice now an omen of calamity as it cracked through the radio. The
   only sound evident within the classroom was a charcoal stick plundering down onto
   concrete floors, crumbling as each student found themselves tense upon their horses.
 â I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Â
 Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United
 States and the Japanese empire.â  His eyes immediately flickered towards the frail blond
 (the main he had fought earlier with, just smaller) that sat besides him, his forearm still
  pressed against the drawing pad despite time being up. We need to fight, the lithe
 boy had mouthed despite the fact that his features rang with trepidation. And for some
 reason, as James found himself gazing in the boyâs cerulean hues, a devastating sensation
  of dread filled within him.
  Immediately after being summoning back from his memory, James had fished out his notebook and pen before scribbling down the newfound recallment at an anxiously fast pace. He noted every detail: from the lighting of the room down to the deep rumble that had been evident within Rooseveltâs voice, to the blond manâs petrified gaze down to the professor who had crumbled to the floor in shock just seconds later. Once done, the brunet had lifted himself from the floor and decided to embark further within the building, desperate if he could attempt to remember anything else. Thatâs how he ran into her.
 âI wonât do anything,â he had murmured, his voice a soft disturbance in the atmosphere as his flesh had remained clasped at the harness of his bag, ââM justâŠ.looking.â James had eyed the petite girl, surprised that she hadnât ran off considering the amount of news that had recently featured him. âI studied here once.â
 Of all the things that could happen to her by simply confronting him, why was she more worried about catching the attention of her professor and not the fact that HYDRAâs specially trained assassin literally stood just a foot away from her? The look on his features was enough to give away his puzzlement, his lips pressed into a fine line before he decided to trek further down the deserted hall.
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