[ Like an abruptly-ended training session, there's a sense of absence. His fingers itch for a trigger or at least the familiar weight of a gun in his hand once again. While the fleet had been attacked, there was the sense of doing something. He hates sitting idle..
It's like a bug crawling its way under his skin. Feels wrong, and no matter how much he digs at it, can't seem to find relief.]
[ He watches her with interest, though his expression is lackluster. He's seen her before, though not in the way that he's seen Peggy. Or at least he doesn't think so.. But there's that feeling again. The sense that something is off, but he's not sure what it is. Prodding at it does nothing.
She moves like she knows him..Can anticipate him. It's a little unsettling. She knows Jim-- him. But differently. ]
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[ Like an abruptly-ended training session, there's a sense of absence. His fingers itch for a trigger or at least the familiar weight of a gun in his hand once again. While the fleet had been attacked, there was the sense of doing something. He hates sitting idle..
It's like a bug crawling its way under his skin. Feels wrong, and no matter how much he digs at it, can't seem to find relief.]
[ He watches her with interest, though his expression is lackluster. He's seen her before, though not in the way that he's seen Peggy. Or at least he doesn't think so.. But there's that feeling again. The sense that something is off, but he's not sure what it is. Prodding at it does nothing.
She moves like she knows him..Can anticipate him. It's a little unsettling. She knows Jim-- him. But differently. ]