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"𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥" 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

James pants, struggling at the moment, of course, blood dripping from his wound as he lay on the floor. Blinking, he squirms slightly as he's trying to get more comfortable where he was laying. His hands moving to brush the other away absently. His mind was still confused from what he had just been through, seeing the other as a Hydra scientist poking at him rather than anyone he had never met before. Despite his being a super soldier, whatever had hit him seemed to calculate that a lot better than most he had fought up till this point. Or he was hit by a very fast truck... Closing his eyes, he tilt his head back "No-...no...Don't-...I'll Obey...please..."

As a trained assassin, James had been exceptionally aware of his surroundings. Some may perhaps even go as far as saying he was supernaturally gifted with such a awareness. Of course, his ...'training' had made him that way. Had caused him to work without room for mistake. As The Winter Soldier, he had become a lot more deadly than what he had originally been trained to do.  He had once been a great sniper. But something happened. He couldn't remember what...But each shot he fired these days had stirred a familiarity in it. Along with something else that he couldn't quite pull to the surface of his mind.

DEALING WITH TRAUMA : STARTERS

James was minding his own business when the other started shouting at another person, protesting they were crazy. He certainly wasn't one to decided someone was crazy. But screaming you weren't crazy in a public space had really not looked good at times. What was needed, he was learning, was context. Just like everyone seemed to miss the context that he had killed all those people when he was not in control of himself. He still had to live with those memories though, the feelings from all those years of being imprisoned in his mind and forced to do horrible things to others "I don't think they like being called shrinks, I'm not sure though." James interjected from across the room then, giving a lazy shrug "You also might want to try not screamin' about it, too. Here anyway. Works for me, usually."

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS

James made a face, glancing to one side. He didn't know many peoples names, to be fair. No matter how long he had known them before he met them. Hydra had done a really good job with their brainwashing, of course. As silly as they were made to seem at times, they were not "Look, lady, I don't know many peoples names, so you're going to need to be a little more specific, alright?" He mumbled in a dry tone, staring at her for a few moments. He was trying, he really was. But there was nothing that her name, nor her face, had done for him, no memory would come.

hurt/comfort starters!!

Panicked, he looked around, breathing heavily. It was another bad nightmare, of course. Rubbing his right hand against his head he looked over at the other "Why are you here?" James had to ask, then. He blinks, looking away, then. Was he being that much of a bother, again? Narrowing his eyes he dropped his hand from his head, tilting his head back a little as he moved to lean on his left arm "Its kinda hard to tell what safe is." Not with him anyway "I'm good now, I think."

hurt/comfort starters!!

He could feel it, clawing at his throat. Before he knew it he had been on the floor, pain erupting in his chest. Everything else happened as he mentally put himself anywhere but there, at that time. In that space. After hearing Wanda's voice, however, he came back into himself, out of breath, trembling and feeling strange, still. James focused on the others form, feeling almost in an absolute, that he was finally not alone.

Reaching up his right hand, he almost did, but his current state had gotten the better of him. His hand formed into a fist, shaking along with the rest of him " I can't. I can't- I-" It wasn't safe. Turning, he thought something was still after him, that this right here was just another trick. Stepping back, he stumbled back toward Wanda, his chest heaving. James' eyes flicked around searching for ghosts that weren't even there "They're dead." They were, all of them, no one was going to come and take him back. He glares, reminding himself of that, again and again.

Send me “I’m pregnant.” in order to generate one of the following replies from my muse.

James was almost taken aback by what he had heard Wanda say to him. He however offered a faint grin “This will be great for you two!” He then congratulated, as he was excited for Wanda and her partner. Though he had to wonder how she felt about it, herself “How are you feeling about that?” He knew Wanda would be a good mother “How far along are you?” Was his next, and final question.

Suspicious Sentence Starters

Pausing in his step, he turned and looked to Wanda when she had asked him, half surprising him "Me? Uh. I'm not up to anything. I'm just, going for a walk. Is that illegal?"