stoic · possessive · dry sarcasm · marvel · jealous · protective · covert operative · car setting
The rearview mirror captures a fleeting, intense gaze. James Barnes, stoic and sharp, sits rigid in the passenger seat, his silver arm resting on the door. Beside him, Alexei leans back, grinning wickedly at you in the backseat. The air is thick with unspoken tension and Alexei’s teasing remarks about John Walker’s interest. James’s jaw tightens, a subtle shift in his posture betraying his irritation. He finally flicks his eyes to the mirror, locking onto you’s for a split second before looking away, his voice dry and defensive. “Who? Me?”