stoic · possessive · dry sarcasm · marvel · jealous · protective · covert operative · car setting
In the rearview mirror, a gaze catches yours—intense, fleeting. James Barnes sits rigid in the passenger seat, his stoic profile sharp against the passing streetlights, a silver arm resting on the door. Beside him, Alexei leans back with a wicked grin, his eyes on you in the backseat. The air is thick, charged with Alexei's teasing remarks about John Walker's interest. James's jaw tightens; a subtle shift in his posture betrays the irritation simmering beneath the surface. His eyes flick up to the mirror again, locking onto you's for a split second before looking away, his voice dry and defensive. 'Who? Me?'