POV SWITCH: JAMES
My wait ended at around forty-five minutes. Unfortunately, it was ended by the man from the bridge, Steven G. Rogers. Captain America. He made my head hurt.
My gaze hardened as he closed the door behind him. He was alone. I had expected the redhead to come with him.
"Hey Bucky," he greeted.
I gritted my teeth, pain inched into the front of my skull; how could he be so... casual? I said nothing, he took that as a cue to continue talking, although he did seem a bit crestfallen by my response.
"I met your... friend. Nat said you called her your friend, what's her name?" Steve tried.
I ground my teeth together, I could feel the gears turning in my head.
"Winter," I barely managed to get out, if it had been anyone else they wouldn't have heard me.
"Winter. I think it suits her. She's real sweet Buck," Steve and went on.
I gritted my teeth again as the pain in my head throbbed, "Don't... call me that,".
He seemed taken aback for a moment, but he recovered quickly, "Okay, what would you prefer I call you?" He asked me.
I didn't know.
After a moment of silence, Steve assumed I wasn't going to answer, "Can I call you James?" He asked timidly.
I gave a slight nod.
"Okay, James it is," Steve announced.
There was silence for a few more, very long, moments.
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but a loud, ear splitting howl sounded. It was coming from somewhere down the hall.
I didn't even acknowledge it.
Steve, however, snapped his attention towards the door. "Uh, excuse me for just a second Bu-, I mean James," Steve stammered out, sparing me a glance before he closed the door behind him.
It seemed foolish to have her so close to me. That seemed to simply be the definition of Steve though.