He hadn't wanted to interrupt the conversation you were having.

You were talking with Wanda, the woman telling you about how she'd been adjusting to carrying twins. And he really wanted to talk to you, seeing as he wasn't friends with anyone on the team yet besides you and Steven, and Steven was pre-occupied with a conversation with Samuel.

And he had gotten a little impatient. 'Women still took forever to talk to each other?' he thought, stood in the doorway of the common room, his gaze trailed on you, his arms crossed over his chest.

You smiled as Wanda told you about how her first ultrasound went, the woman's hand resting on her small baby bump.

He'd looked down at his watch, noticing how it'd only been three minutes since he'd last checked it, and mentally said 'fuck it.'

He walked to the couch, reaching down and gripping your waist, bending down enough to hoist you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal of surprise.

Your hands clung to the back of his t-shirt, the surprise still in your voice as you squealed out a small 'James!'

He ignored the rest of the people in the room as he turned on his heels, carrying you out of the common room.

"James, you can't just-" You began, the words getting cut off.

"I already did."