#stevenpara

James turned a little bit, he wanted to agree. But, some days, it felt like the other had moved on with out him. They had. And that he was being left out of things. He was. And that Steve had simply just, had better friends then him now. He did. James had convinced himself at lot of the times that maybe his best friend was being held back by him. Which added to the guilt already in his chest, that he was now just a case for Steve to fix. Thickly swallowing he nodded "Sure." James his muttering then.

Sat up, he stares at the other as they went on, then glares away "Great. But can the same be said about you with me?" Or anyone really. What if he lost control of himself again, and became that other person. What if he couldn't turn it off, and he went too far gone from himself entirely. He didn't want to be someone else's killing machine, he didn't want to be one at all, really. But here he was, perhaps picking to stay in fights to prove he wasn't a monster.

But he is, isn't he? He will always be a monsters. At least, to the outsiders who would never know him on a personal level "I won't let them." Because if he was a free monster now, it was time he started breaking anyone who tried "I'm not going to be someone that can be hurt anymore." Least, not like he had been these last many decades. He was built differently than he was all those years ago, he was a lot more capable and skilled than he was going off to war, oh, and he was a super soldier, too.