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  ' -- you'll be on SHIELD property. why are you    squinting like that, anyway? is the building    really that interesting? '

"lOOK HARDER STEVIE.'

    "I want you to leave." He forced out, lips trembling as he remembered what happened before. "And take James with you."

[The only thing that matters]

ooc; a little sweet 16 birthday doodle for my pal kate! she also rps francis. c:

  Francis had always been his friend,  in fact, the older was more like a long-  lost brother rather than anything other.        James saw him approaching rather quickly, and        as he turned, he noticed some sort of blank and        unmoving expression upon the blond’s face. Brow        raised, mouth opening as Francis reached his side.  “What’s wrong?”  He asked, curiosity getting the  best of him in the hype of the  moment.  Eyes were only quick enough to notice  to the knife that had been slipped from  the older’s sleeve, and with a glance up  and the struggle to turn fast enough so  shield was hit first, the searing pain began.  Blue irises bombarded by tears, Francis  pushing the blade deeper into the boy’s  chest as if he wanted to make him suffer,  as if he wanted to make him h u r t.        A trickle of blood made way in a slow stream from        the corner of his mouth, crimson as red as his hair        in contrast to his pale skin. The tears only blended,        traces of droplets on his uniform and reddening hues.  Voice was choked, fighting to be  released from his throat. He slowly  breathed in, the pain causing him  to cough an immediate sob before  he even had the time to go down  like a real soldier with a proper  g o o d b y e.  “Why—”

  James is smiling before the  words hit his ears, and as  they do it's clear that belief  isn't given. Lips fade to a  frown, brows knitting as he  takes in the realization.  No.  "Is this a joke--"  He only notices the look on  Francis' face as he stares.      Tears immediately burn blue eyes,      reddening them to the point they      look even brighter than usual. He      feels one slip down his pale cheek,      mouth opening as if to speak, but      it seems the only words he can really      force out are an apology, as if he's      saying sorry to the older for not being      there.            And then he steps forward in a quickened            pace, arms wrapping around the neck of            his friend in a tight hug before the cries            have a chance to start.