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JamesBarnes · M
Did they hurt you?— He asked, seeing the woman trying to straighten up normally, after the previous seizure episode. She would open this small portal and his things came back falling out of it. Maybe it was the effects of the drug in his system, but Barnes really decided not to make much of it. The questions they both were wanting to ask would lead them to uncomfortable conversations about the past. And some things were just too private.
Instead, he picked up his handgun, checked the number of bullets in the magazine, then swiped it back to his holster. The silence between them was enough for the sound of his weapon to sound like an echo within those walls.
He saw her holding her ground as he approached to her. — Where’s my communicator?— The soldier asked for the missing item as he reached out his arm to place the money and the rest of her belongings on that table.
There, where she had plenty of other curiosities. And now Jenna’s fingers were brushing over the golden shape of the antique comb —as if dealing with the recollections of the past that had suddenly struck her.
Then he noticed it.
James gave a soft laugh, more out of irony than humor. Déjà vu? He shook his head, this woman was definitely playing tricks with him. Images of Manami brushing her hair with the very same comb came visiting in a flashback.— Where did you get that? — He stared down at the curly-haired with a query expression in his brows.
Instead, he picked up his handgun, checked the number of bullets in the magazine, then swiped it back to his holster. The silence between them was enough for the sound of his weapon to sound like an echo within those walls.
He saw her holding her ground as he approached to her. — Where’s my communicator?— The soldier asked for the missing item as he reached out his arm to place the money and the rest of her belongings on that table.
There, where she had plenty of other curiosities. And now Jenna’s fingers were brushing over the golden shape of the antique comb —as if dealing with the recollections of the past that had suddenly struck her.
Then he noticed it.
James gave a soft laugh, more out of irony than humor. Déjà vu? He shook his head, this woman was definitely playing tricks with him. Images of Manami brushing her hair with the very same comb came visiting in a flashback.— Where did you get that? — He stared down at the curly-haired with a query expression in his brows.