[2] ɪ'ʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ.

19.| ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʀᴏɢᴇʀꜱ [1]

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    .Chapter Nineteen.
   [19]. The Whole World Seems to Want James Rogers.
[Part One]
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❝  ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ❞
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IMAGINE BECOMING SO EMOTIONALLY attached to someone that they're the reason you operate the way you do. They're the reason that you allow yourself to fall in love—that when you're without them you fall apart completely and you don't even know it. Truth be told James missed Wanda more than ever.

Would he admit it? Of course not. He was too stubborn for his own good. Instead, he boxed up his feelings and focused on thinking of how he would take down John and those super soldiers.

For the past few hours while Bucky and Sam were going over their plan James had been across the street, in the gym. The punching bag was truly his only friend.

"We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage."

Steve's voice echoed through James's head as he punched the bag.

"Some type of freaky witch."

This time it was James's voice.

"I think I'm falling for her"

The punching gets more aggressive as the memories flood in.

"What do you feel?"

"I just feel you."

"I can't feel you."

And with that James punches the bag one last time, sending it flying across the floor, causing the sand to fall out. James pants heavily before grabbing another punching and hanging it up. He punches it again before he gets interrupted.

"Trouble sleeping?"

James turns around and faces a familiar blonde. "Do I know you?"

"Sharon—Carter."

"Ah, right. My pops, wife's niece." James replies as he continues to punch the bag. "You stalking me or something?"

Sharon laughs. "Something like that yeah."

"I'm flattered."

"Do you want to come out with me for a drink?" The woman questions.

James furrows his brows. "No, I don't date and i'm not in the mood."

"You're just like him."

"Carter, I-I truly do not want to do this right now, okay? If you haven't noticed I'm kind of busy here." James huffs.