His name on her lips... her hand on his body -- never mind that it wasn't all completely his, never mind that she was touching the part of him that HYDRA made completely for itself. He thought he didn't want her anywhere near the metal, but with her hand there, it almost felt as if he could be accepted. And with his name hanging in the air between them, it seemed...
What did she want from him? Did she want anything at all? Did she know what she was doing to him? He felt like his chest had turned inside out, felt like he had already handed her his heart. She pulled him toward her with a feather-light touch.
"I'm..." yours, I've been since you first said my name. "I..." don't want you to leave, ever. I want you here with me.
James swallowed. He didn't deserve her. He knew he didn't. But he wanted to be deserving of her. If there were anything he could ever hope for, it would be that - as high and impossible a thing as it might be.