[ If the universe had to give James Barnes the ability to screw with people's heads, the least it could do as a consolation prize is to make it painless. If doing what he did left people screaming, gasping, hurt or disoriented, odds are he'd never use it at all. No exceptions.
But no, it's quick and light, a feather touch, done. Trimmed like hair, an intangible thing with no nerve endings to speak of.
He's not sure what he's expecting from her reaction. More of the same sadness, reluctance, fear, maybe. Maybe regret. Maybe confusion. Not this — this steady, almost light response. Some of the weight has slipped away in the span of the minutes (seconds, really) that it took him to do it. There's something just... different, somewhere around her eyes.
He thinks it's good. This expression, her face, her reaction. Thinks it might be good, and so he offers up a small, carefully tentative smile. ]
It's gone.
[ He confirms, because he knows somehow. Just knows confidently that it's left her. ]
no subject
But no, it's quick and light, a feather touch, done. Trimmed like hair, an intangible thing with no nerve endings to speak of.
He's not sure what he's expecting from her reaction. More of the same sadness, reluctance, fear, maybe. Maybe regret. Maybe confusion. Not this — this steady, almost light response. Some of the weight has slipped away in the span of the minutes (seconds, really) that it took him to do it. There's something just... different, somewhere around her eyes.
He thinks it's good. This expression, her face, her reaction. Thinks it might be good, and so he offers up a small, carefully tentative smile. ]
It's gone.
[ He confirms, because he knows somehow. Just knows confidently that it's left her. ]
I'll keep it 'til you want it back.
[ If she wants it back. Her choice. ]