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Maybe I was. In my defence, I was smiling because you seemed to be having fun, so. Your smile is contagious.

Yeah, I'm sure. I gotta pick up some food for myself anyway. We can make it a date.

A friendly date I mean.

A neighbourly date?

IDK, I can just drop it off if you don't want company.

[Way to look eager there, Barnes.]

I was having fun. I had a great time dancing with you.

Actually, I'd really like to see you if you don't mind.

I'm glad to hear that. But maybe next time, we'll feed you before starting to drink, yeah?

I don't mind! I'll be there in about 45 minutes? Try to take a nap maybe while waiting, it might help with the pounding headache.

That's probably a good idea.

I'll try, see you soon.

[A little bit under an hour later, Bucky is gently knocking on her door, making sure she can hear him without being too loud to spare her the aggravation for her headache:]

Barb? You up? [he asks through the door.

He's picked her up some greasy breakfast sandwich and a sugary kind of coffee drink, as well as lots of Gatorade and painkillers for her head.]

[ sleep....doesn't really happen. she drags herself out of bed, showers and brushes her teeth, and makes an effort to look halfway normal. makeup is too much to ask of herself, but she's at least changed out of her pajamas and put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants by the time she opens the door, looking happy to see him even if she's keenly aware of her brain throbbing in her skull.

she's never had a hangover before, and if they're all like this, she's never going to drink that much again.]

Hey, come on in.

[ she leans forward without thinking, offering him a one-armed hug to keep him from dropping the food in the other.]

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[James definitely felt a kinship to Nat that goes beyond the whole 'saved the world together', one that's different than any other Avengers he's worked with. Something that had quickly turned into attraction when he had started to know her better. Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't feel like she's always walking on eggshells around, trying to evade his past and the torture that comes with it, or maybe it's the fact that she seems to love poking at his grumpy demeanor, and managing to make him smile as she does so. Or maybe it's all in her non-verbal, in the knowing and understanding looks that come from their similar history that she gives him when no one else is looking, making him feel almost like a normal person at times.

Whatever it is, Bucky didn't think it was mutual, until now.]

Yeah? I promise you won't be in trouble if you share all those wicked thoughts with me, then.

How about kiss and show instead of kiss and tell? Maybe we can compare notes about our dreams of each other?

Because I've also been wondering how soft your lips are, and how sweet your skin might taste.

[It doesn't matter how many times they've come across one another. Like somehow knows like. Maybe she wasn't given the serum, and with it a long lasting life or super powers, but she was raised a super soldier, nonetheless. Her virtue was stripped down and stolen long before she had even thought of what it meant to be a woman. She was a soldier and had killed. That was her legacy. Death.

Now, finally open and speaking to the man she's spent hours thinking of after he managed to wander into her life is also the one person that somehow doesn't make her feel the blood on her hands all the time. Given all this she finds it hard not to leap into the fire with him almost immediately. Maybe she should feel bad about it, but she finds it hard to fight what her entire being seems to want.

... and when he sends back thoughts similar to hers. Her heart all but trembles.]

I wouldn't mind if you came over for a glass of wine, and then maybe I could show you exactly what's been on my mind since I've seen you.

I would love to share the flavor of my lips, and even that of my skin, if you'd be willing to do the same.

[This is it, isn't it? That one moment none of them can take back, right? And even if Bucky feels his chest tightened with fear, something he hasn't felt in a while, he wants to jump into this, just like she does. Even if he ends up getting burned, the prospect of having Nat just for himself, and to be hers, makes him feel more alive and free than he can remember. Because for once, this is his choice, his decision, to let her have him.

He swallows hard before sending his next text:]

Let me know when, and I'll be there.

Yeah, I'd be more than willing.

[There's no point hiding how much he wants her, is there?]

I'm not doing anything now. You can come over whenever you want. Waiting will only be a lesson in patience I've already learned plenty.

[And it's true. Natasha has spent lifetimes waiting for someone like James to enter her life, someone who has a hint of the horrors her life holds. There's a calmness to his presence that comes with no one else, because she knows that he doesn't judge her. The others have said they don't, but they don't know what it's like to be used as a weapon.

There's a yearning that happens every time she sees him now, and it's started from that very first time she met eyes with him, even when he was still the soldier and not yet the man, because she understood it. Now, she wants the man and her body burns with it. Her gut twists with it. She doesn't feel guilty about it either. For once, the guilt isn't there. ]

[He didn't expect her to ask him over that very night, so her invitation comes as a surprise, but not an unwelcomed one. And as unexpected as this is, Bucky finds that he can't turn her down, no matter how nervous it might make him. He'd spent the night before wide awake, wondering how taking her up on her drunken dare would have felt. He wants to know, more than anything in the world right now, and Nat is right: waiting isn't going to do anything other than worsen his desire for her. And hers for him too, apparently.]

I think this is the first time I wish I could fly.

I'll be there as soon as traffic lets me.

[A little under forty-five minutes is what it takes him to get to her place from his, and that's only because he didn't always follow traffic regulations. He loves Brooklyn, but at times, he forgets how much busier the whole city has become.

He's leaning against her apartment's doorframe when she opens the door, a small, almost nervous smile on his lips:]

Hey.

I'll see you when you get here. Don't do anything I wouldn't.

[That's not a whole lot when it comes down to it. Natasha has very few limits in her life. She's turned the whole thing around by working for what she really thought was the right side of government, but some of that had been a mistake too. One day she'll get it right, as long as she keeps taking steps forward and not backwards. Nat knows that what she's doing makes a difference in the long run.

Maybe even the small steps, the personal ones like this make some sort of a difference. It doesn't seem like a whole hell of a lot, but opening the door to Bucky and letting him into her world is bigger than it seems on the outside. He's gets her on a level than not many others can, and to be physical with someone like that is a little dangerous, even more so than she usually is.

Fuck if she can't help the smile that quirks her lips up at the corners when she catches him all perfect and sturdy against her doorframe like that. It's any woman's fantasy. Yet she's got him right here in her reality. ]

Hey there yourself, good looking. Why you standing out there in the cold. Get your sweet ass in here.

[Moving aside she lets him in, and waves her hand forward toward the living room where there's a generous fire going by the couch.]

[Bucky's smile widens when she greets him like that, an eyebrow rising slightly, her flirting emboldening him to tease her:]

Wow, already trying to butter me up, huh? [he says as he walks into her apartment, slipping the leather gloves off his hands, his coat following soon after while he kicks off his boots.

He's been in her apartment the night before, taking care of her drunken self, but this feels different. The intent of her inviting him over has been pretty clear moments before through their texting, and as much as he's nervous, James doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he's been before with other women on first dates. Not that this is a first date for them, but the fact that he trusts Natasha pretty deeply helps to ease his insecurities. There's no need to hide behind lies regarding his arm, his age, his past, and the thought of it is comforting. Freeing, even.

He moves to the living room, welcoming the warmth of the fire in the hearth: even if his internal temperature is hotter than most people because of the serum in his veins, he prefers by far being warm rather than cold. After decades in cryosleep and Siberia, if Bucky could never feel cold again, he would die a happy man.

He spots the glasses and bottle of wine on her coffee table, and he looks back at Nat before tilting his head slightly, amused:]

You sure you want to have wine after the night you had yesterday?

[It truly is something else to feel the rush of adrenaline caused by knowing that ... basically someone she likes, likes her back. It's a schoolgirl thing she never had time to experience when she was a schoolgirl, except this is so far beyond that. The complexities of layers that weave together to create the possibilities for a relationship like this are probably not even something the fates could have foreseen on one of their magical looms.

As it is, Natasha closes the door behind Bucky, and watches as he makes himself comfortable. Not many people feel this easy to be around. She can count them on two fingers. Clint and Bucky. Nat was also pretty easy around Steve too, but he would always be that really great friend that she wanted to meet someone whose heart was as pure as his was.

Watching Bucky by the fire makes her realize exactly how much she wants this, how much she really needs this, and she hopes that he does too. Swallowing down the sudden bundle of nerves inspired by her realization, Nat wanders over to him and slips her arms around his waist. She could waste time with hemming and hawing over how to broach him, but she was better at being direct, and this felt right, it felt...very right.]

I got it out in case we wanted a couple glasses while we talked, if you wanted to talk that is.

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You know we would never dare to leave you out of all the fun, Nat. And Thursday it is. You prefer take out or going out?

[It feels surreal to Bucky that he's actually setting up a date with Natasha, even if might just be a friendly one. Or not. Hopefully not.]

Yeah, exactly. Even if it's avenging, at least knowing that the people HYDRA put in power through me are getting the punishment they deserve sorta makes me feel less guilty, I guess.

Hey, that's how we show our appreciation for one another? ANd I have a feeling you would have been giving me that look anyway, so feel free to.

[There's only Nat would can call them both on their bullshit, after all.]

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Well if I'm going to show you my blindfold trick, we should probably eat in.

[She's of a similar mindset - feeling out the landscape, where the borders lay, how open he is to moving it out of just friendly territory.]

Setting right the things you can. There is a certain satisfaction in it.
Of course I would, but now you'll know that I know.

Yeah, probably. You good with Saladino's?

[It's a cute Italian place, family-owned that seems to care very little that the Winter Soldier likes to dine at their place once in a while. It feels appropriate to get that for his date with Nat, especially since he has a feeling Mama Saladino is going to be elated with knowing he's having a date over.]

Yeah, exactly.

I think I've always known that you know. I don't think anything goes by you, to be honest.

You know, I don't think I've had Saladino's. But I'll never turn down Italian food. What's your favorite dish from there?
I've been known to miss a cue or two.

You can't laugh at me, but I really enjoy their pasta cacio e pepe. [He knows it's a pretty basic dish, but he's still working through all these new cuisines that became available since the 40s.] And Saladino's mother makes a killer cannoli. I think she thinks I keep going back just for those, because she's always leaving a plateful when I go.

Really? You know I'm gonna have to ask about those, because I'm not sure I believe you.

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You'll have to be the one letting me know about it, I don't have a mirror close by.

[He will always enjoy the teasing, but he'll also always be careful not to push past her boundaries, especially not while he's still figuring them out.]

Maybe not, but he knew the key would be secured with you.

Like I said, I'll do my best.

[And at ten on the dot, Bucky walks out on the rook the Avenger tower, a large case in hand, because he did promise Nat to bring her gift, after all.]

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Are you asking me to wear lingerie on the roof?

[She's not opposed - well, she wouldn't be opposed if it were a warmer month than December. But she's absolutely not above continuing to torture him.]

The good news is that I'm pretty sure he'd consider 'secondary Christmas party' as part of keeping it secure.
See you soon.

[She joins him only a few moments later - and it's clear that she's stopped somewhere before she made her way outside. There's a mid sized box wrapped in shiny red paper in her hands, and she's bundled up in a knee length coat that's zipped up to her throat.

Leaving the white stockings and red heels she had on in that picture she'd sent him earlier visible. She hadn't been wearing them at the party downstairs. There's a little smirk at the corner of her mouth.] How's the view?

Maybe? Although, it might be too cold for that tonight.

[He doesn't want her to get a cold, even if all of him wants to suggest that he'll happily keep her warm.

That next text is sure to make him smile:]

You're thinking about a Tony-approved secondary party? Should I swipe a bottle before going up?

[He doesn't wait for her answer, and picks a bottle of bubbles (champagne, he thinks?), but no glasses. They can drink directly from the bottle, right?

He turns around when he hears her coming up and his lips curl upward at the sight of her, his stomach tightening slightly when he notices the red heels and white stockings.
He walks closer to Nat before putting the case down, offering her the bottle of champagne first. The view from the roof of the Avengers Tower might be one of the best in New York City, but James only has eyes for her:]

Breathtaking, as always. Merry Christmas Natasha.

Guess we'll find out.
Well, I was thinking more silent approval. But you should absolutely swipe a bottle.

[She's not actually going to tell Tony what she's doing. But he'll figure it out, one way or another. Even when he's drinking he still keeps one eye on his security systems.

The little smirk turns into a smile as he approaches, and she takes the bottle. Her eyes stay focused on him as she answers.]

Pretty good view from here too. Merry Christmas.

[It's a nice moment. She's glad they stumbled upon the idea to meet up on the roof. She hands him over the wrapped package she's holding. It contains an EMP device - and a receiver he can wear, so he can disrupt any electronic devices around him but not mess with his arm.] I'll open the champagne if you want to open that.

[It's a good thing that the cold December air has already colored his cheeks, hiding the soft blush that her words implied meaning. It's not that he doesn't know he's pleasing to eyes, he's rational enough to admit that, but James doesn't think he'll ever get used to hear about it.]

Sure, [he says as he exchanges the champagne for her gift, opening it carefully while she works on the bottle. He smiles a bit more widely when he figures out what her gift is: he might now be from the 40s, he still tries to keep up with technology, especially when it comes to weapons. And HYDRA had always made sure that his skills matched the advancement in weaponry anyway.]

Thank you Nat. Now I can bring everyone else to my technological level, [he jokes lightly, though his tone is grateful. This he can certainly use in fight one day.

He careful puts the EMP device and picks up the case he brought with him, offering it to her once she's opened the champagne bottle. The only wrapping on it is a red bow, but inside the case is what he promised: a brand new rocket launcher. Except that instead of being painted army green, its entirely repainted back, with subtle accents of red. With it comes a few different launching heads, giving many options should Nat ever needed it.]

It's not Soviet-made, though. I wasn't sure you'd want something from Russia. And I definitely did not want to shake old contacts for it. Hope that's okay.

[Natasha half turns as she carefully works the cork off of the champagne, holding the bottle at an angle and moving slowly so it pops off easily into her hand. She takes a sip of the bubbly liquid and says a silent thanks to whoever ordered the alcohol for the night - it's really good.]

You've come a long way from your flip phone. [She tucks the cork into the pocket of her coat and smiles at him. It's obvious that he likes it. And she appreciates a good self-deprecating joke.

The bottle is handed off to him as she accepts the case and props it up on the table that's been left out up here. Even though she knows what he got her, there's still a look of pleasant surprise on her face as she pulls the lid up to look inside. Between the paint job and the custom heads, it's obvious that he put some thought into this. Is it weird that she finds that charming?

She looks over at him with a fond expression as she closes the lid and takes the bow off the top.] It's perfect. Did you paint it yourself? [She knows he didn't, but it shows that she recognizes the effort that went into procuring it. Moving back over to him, she sticks the bow to his chest as she leans in and presses a kiss on his cheek.] Thank you.

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Yeah, now I want to see that face too. Please tell me you've thought of a first-row seat for this, right? It can be my birthday gift for the year, if you want.

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Of course I've thought of a first-row seat for this.
It's a private party. Very classy.
They seem open to having one of them jump out of a cake.
Wanna be the camera man?

Excellent.

Sounds very classy if they're jumping out of a cake.

...Please tell me we'll have another to eat, right? Not sure I want to eat cake off someone I don't know, to be honest.

And yeah, I can be the cameraman. Might have to ask the spider kid one to teach me how, but I still got some time for it.

Only the classiest for our Sam.
Oh yeah, I'll order a regular sheet cake. The ones that get jumped out of are mostly not constructed out of edible things.
I could get you an old school camera.

You know this is definitely escalate going forward? He's going to want to top this off for your birthday. And mine too, I guess.

You know, I've always wondered what they're using for it these days. The cakes always looks so real. Back in my days, they all cardboard, and you would know they were fake. Today, not so much.

Ouch. I feel called out. But that's fine. I probably should get used to all that digital era anyway.

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All right then, I'll make sure to get stuffed mushrooms. I just need to wrap up something quickly and then I'll head your way.

[The 'something' being the henchman of the day. Look at him balancing the hero and personal life so well!]

I have a feeling we're going to end up eating our food cold, aren't we?

[He doesn't mind. At all. She broke the seal of his decades-long dry spell and he definitely can't get enough of Grace now.]

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That's up to you. I can behave when I want to.

[She doesn't think he wants her to. And once she lays eyes on him again, Grace may not want to. None of this was planned or even expected but he makes her happy so she'll do whatever feels good in the moment.]

Don't work too hard. You don't want to be all sweaty before you get here.

[She's aware that's a bad innuendo. But as Bucky has already demonstrated Grace doesn't usually think before she texts.]

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Nah, I think I prefer it when you don't.

[She's right, he doesn't want her to behave. Not when he feels she needs to let loose just as much as he does. Not when there's nothing wrong with what they're doing, right?]

I won't. And I'm a gentleman, I'll shower before showing up, even if I know you'll get me all dirty again.

[Look, he's be new to this whole texting thing, he doesn't always think before pressing 'send' either.]

[That makes it pretty clear to Grace where this afternoon is going to go. She makes a note to hop into the shower herself before he gets there.]

I like making a mess. You've seen my apartment.

[She's not totally chaotic, but she's of the attitude that "it's my place, I can leave stuff lying around if I want to." There are still home renovation supplies in the living room as she works every night on one project or another.]

But I like making a mess on you more than anything.

[Okay, they're not even trying to be subtle now.]

Can't say I mind that, at all. Besides, we can always shower together after, if you're up for it. Test how sturdy the ceramics on the shower walls are?

[Subtility went out of the door the moment she invited him back to her place, and Bucky has to admit that he likes this. No side-stepping and trying to figure out what she wants out of him.]

I'l be there in about three hours top. Sooner if I can.

[For a moment, he wonders how mad at him Sam would be if he just busts the doors out on the gang's operation and expedite the whole process.]

Take your time. You're always welcome in my shower.

[Grace has just enough idea of what Bucky does to understand that sometimes it takes a while. She's not bothered by it; she can always tinker with some project or just lounge in bed watching TV until he comes back.

It's not like he didn't learn his way around the place yesterday. They had been quite animated with each other.]

Stay safe. And then just show yourself to the bedroom.

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How generous of you. I'd get there quicker if I could, but that might make me look too desperate, right?

Whiskey or vodka?

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It's more fun if I make you desperate later, anyway.

Whiskey.

Yeah, you've shown that all right already.

[Hey, he's not going to deny it. There's nothing to gain from doing so anyway.]

Vodka it is then. [He's teasing, of course. He's totally picking both bottles, because why not have both ready when you can't get drunk anyway?

Thirty minutes on the dot and Bucky is knocking on Donna's door. When she opens the door, he's leaning against the door frame, smiling charmingly at her, raising a bag containing the booze, hydrating drinks and munchies up to her line of sight:]

Special delivery for Miss Troy?

Fucker.

[ it makes her laugh, she doesn't care what he brings.

but Donna is surprised to open the door and find him with a bag full of supplies instead of a bottle in hand. the preparation involved earns a smile, and she steps aside to let him in. now that they're both back in New York, she welcomes him to the place where she actually lives. her apartment isn't nearly as high tech (or as spacious) as the Tower. it's cozy; full of warm-lighting and carefully spaced out photographs, a combination of older items and distressed wood. she shuts the door and locks it, since well - it's New York, and they both have more than their fair share of enemies.]

I was under the impression I was getting you and maybe a bottle of vodka.

[ but she takes the bag from him and sets it on her counter, amusement settling over her features as she peeks inside.]

You never show up empty-handed, do you?

[ it reminds her of Christmas, when he'd basically tried breaking into the place, but he'd come with presents. there's a heat in her eyes even as Donna jokes about it; she'd sent him that text because she wanted him. the rest of it just reminds her that he's making an actual effort, and that means she's going to spend the rest of her evening making sure she wears him down for having gone to the trouble.

and also (maybe more honestly), just because she wants to. she abandons the bag on the counter and closes the distance between them, reaching up to ease a hand against the back of his neck and guide him into a warm, lingering kiss to welcome him to her place.]

It's good to see you, Bucky.

[He walks into her apartment with a small smile, giving the place a quick look around as he takes off his leather coat. It feels more like her, more...warm and genuine than the Titans tower he visited on Christmas Eve. His gaze stops on one of her photographs showing a lush forest that covered hills and mountains, a tall waterfall in the background. He knows that place well: just beyond the mountain with the waterfall are the hidden boundaries of Wakanda. He would have to ask Donna about it, maybe once they've gone through at least the bottle of whiskey and a few orgasms. He chuckles lightly at her words:]

Well, I thought I sweetened the pot. You know, to cover for any shortcomings I might have. And my mom taught me to always be prepared.

[He leans over quite easily when she pulls him in for a kiss, and his vibranium arm wraps around her waist, pressing her body against his as he kisses her back. He doesn't let go of her when she breaks the kiss, instead running the tip of his nose against the bridge of hers:]

Mmm, it's nice to see you too, Donna. [He steals another quick but warm kiss from her lips before he asks:]

So. Booze or orgasms first?

[Why yes, he's hell bent on delivering onto his promise.]

Really not seeing any shortcomings from where I'm standing, Bucky.

[ her eyebrows lift teasingly to the suggestion, roaming along his body as if to point out there's not much she could legitimately find fault with here. sex, snacks, and a guy who's a pretty solid match for her when it comes to abilities. they'll hold their own against each other just fine.

it helps that she genuinely likes him, though that's not the sort of thing Donna offers up easily. they're a half hour train ride away from each other, she's willing to take that for what it is and see where this goes. though it is, immediately, going to start with orgasms. she laughs at the thought of starting with alcohol first, reaching down to slide her hand into his - human or vibranium makes no difference to her, though she likes the warmth enough to reach for his human hand first.]

Oh, orgasms. Definitely orgasms.

[ so hopefully he won't mind if she leaves the food on the counter and drags him towards her bedroom - small enough that her bed takes up most of the open space, while simultaneously large enough that she has a good sized bed in there. her fingers are still twined around his when she pulls him in for another kiss, a little sharper this time now that they've found their starting place.]

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Well. Okay. You sure you don't wanna see someone for that? I can go with you if you want?

I think maybe I should just...hope it's fine?
It's probably fine.

All right, if you think so. You have my number if something happens.

Unless you want me to stay with you for the night? Just to make sure nothing happens?

[Look, he's worried, but has no idea what to do here. He could eat a whole glass and never have any trouble with it.]

[ human bodies are kind of weird, aren't they? she's so used to never really getting hurt that she's not sure she'd know if she actually was or not.

she's not in any pain.]

You don't have to do that, Bucky. It's probably not as big a deal as I made it out to be.
It's all just kind of new, you know? I never had to worry about things like this before.

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Hey now, I'm pretty sure I have something to do with that too! You don't have to do that all on your own.

Yeah? Wanna tell me now or later?

If you want to help, that's great. I just find housework to be relaxing ever since I got my place back.

I took your advice and I got a job offer.

[It's a job that will burn what's left of her bridges and possibly ruin what relationship she has with her mother, but there's no denying it's a fresh start.]

I know, but still. Let me help. Please.

Yeah? That's great news, babe! Where is it at?

[In his excitement and happiness for her, he's texted too fast and hasn't really noticed the term of endearment slipping in there. Bucky is genuinely happy for her, not knowing how this may change her relationship with her mother.]

Okay, I'll wait for you.

[She's not going to argue. How often does a man volunteer to help with housework?]

Internal affairs. I guess I'm staying in New York after all.

[Grace was still officially a member of the Detroit Police Department, simply persona non grata while everything involving her ex-boyfriend was settled. She had been spending the last few months essentially hiding out, going about a normal life in a state where nobody knew her and there was good baseball. But getting that job offer was a pleasant surprise. Someone wanted her to stick around.

The question was explaining that to her family, and leaving the state she'd grown up in. It wouldn't be a small change even though she's been in New York for a while now.]

Sounds like a really good opportunity! You're okay with staying here?

[They never really talked about where they want whatever they have to go, and Bucky knows they probably should, but part of him has been wanting for her to stick in the Big Apple ever since their first night together. This is good news, for her, but for them too. Whether she wants something more serious or not.]

We should celebrate this tonight. Wanna have dinner with me? I just discovered this sushi place, we could go there?

I'm gonna have to extend my lease, or maybe find another apartment, but yeah. I'd rather be where people want me to be.

[Grace has been living in a short-term rental, having figured she'd work in New York until it was safe to go back to Detroit. She'll have to talk to her landlord about making the living arrangement more permanent. And go through all the little details that come with an actual move. But New York isn't that much different from Michigan,`big and cold and with lots of places to get lost in.

And the most important part is that people here are asking her to stay instead of letting her go and disappear for a few months. They know her story and they still want her. And Bucky has always wanted her. What they have together, she can't replace and she doesn't want to.]

Sushi sounds fantastic. My place or yours afterward? Because I have a different kind of celebrating in mind after dinner.

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Yeah, well, we're not really normal people, aren't we?

Yeah, I know. I figured I'd commit myself there. I was wrong, you were right, yadda, yadda.

Do you think you can triangulate where the hell I am, though?

We're really not.

Of course I can. Keep using your phone, almost got it.

Are you alright? How did this happen anyway?

Thanks.

I'm fine. Feels like I was thrown out of a plane though. I think I might have actually, the treetops nearby are all broken.

No idea what happened. Last thing I remember is getting into a cab at the airport. Then I woke up in the middle of nowhere.

[He's afraid to ask. If something happened. If he has done something. He trusts Shuri's deprogramming, but still. What if...]

[ This man and heights never mix well. The admission that he doesn't remember makes her worry even more. She hits call as she works. ]

James, there's nothing on the news. Security footage does show you getting into a cab but the plate wasn't clear enough to track.

The signal I'm getting puts you somewhere in Balkans. Stay where you are and try to find cover.

[ If this is some sort of trap or someone has been tasked to deliver the former Winter Soldier to a specific location, it likely won't end well for them. Not least because she intends to find him before they do. ]

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Right. Just don't bring Sam, I really don't need him to remind me he saved my ass like a damsel in distress again.

[Truthfully, he doesn't mind if the new Cap is coming too, if it means getting out of this place, but he needs to spend his frustration on something, and Sam is an easy target, no matter how much he likes the man.

While he waits for Nat to figure out where he is, Bucky looks around with the light of his phone, trying to figure out how to get out of this place.]

Looks like I'm a silo of some kind? The walls have no corners. Think there might be a hatch on the ceiling, but I can't really make it out this high.

[It helps, to try and be proactive and focus on what could help Nat find him, because he can't let himself panic. He hasn't felt this trap since Berlin, when Zemo had started to say his code words.]

[Bringing another person was the last thought on her mind. Natasha didn't need help to rescue anyone, least of all James. Hacking into the system, she fights her way through the normal security, and then through all the layered encryption. There's no small amount of cursing she issues when the newest firewalls fight against her older program.

It still gets her through. She's going to have to remember to get in touch with someone and update her software. Getting in touch with the other members locations, even when they are supposed to be hidden can mean the difference between life and death.

Nowhere Arkansas is not where she expected him, but the jet still makes it in an hour and change. He was right. There's a grain field around him, but there's also some other things that make it seem a little suspect. Wiring and redlights tip Natasha off to larger security on the property. ]

Hey, James. Can you hear me. I'm here, but I gotta take care of some stuff out here before I can spring you. I think this was meant to blow, or do... something if someone tried to get too close. You must have been onto something. Take a few more deep breaths and I'll have us back home in two shakes.

[An hour and some change feels like an eternity to Bucky. He uses his cell phone seldomly, wanting to preserve the battery as much as he can, in case Nat tries to contact him for more info. Instead, he paces in a circle, feeling the walls with his human hand, sometimes knocking on the metal with his vibranium one, trying to get a feel of the thickness of the metal trapping him there. There's something strange when he taps on it, feeling as if the echo isn't echoing as it should, and it's what's been keeping him from trying to truly punch his way out.

When he hears Nat from the outside, he can't help but let out a sigh of relief. He knocks on the wall so she knows exactly where he is in the silo:]

Hey Nat. I can hear you. [He frowns when she mentions the explosives:] I guess it's a good thing then that I didn't punch my way out.

[There's a huffy chuckle that escapes his lips, even as he thinks of the few cases him and Sam have been on lately:]

You mean this is not the result of my wonderful and charming personality?

[He'll have to check with Cap about this, because they've been rattling a lot of terrorists' cages lately, and he wants to make sure Sam knows to keep his guards up. And to look after Sarah and the boys.

He's feeling less panicky now that Natasha is there, and maybe he does breathe a little bit easier: he knows she'll be able to let him out quickly.]

Thanks. Be careful.

[More time passes, but Natasha assures him as often as she can while she fixes the cameras and makes sure that no one will be alerted when she lasers him out. There's also the few not so small land mines placed in concentric circles around the silo. With a warning to Barnes, Nat blows them from a distance. ]

Who the hell did you piss off with your charming personality. I'd expect this as my welcoming present, but wow, you've done well for yourself, gorgeous.

[Knowing that this has him shaken, she tries for a lighthearted flirt as she brings out the machine that will finally free him from captivity. ]

Only a few more minutes now. Stand back when you see the glow. I don't need you deep fried. I doubt you'll taste good that way, and I happen to already be addicted to what I know.

[They may have only started something, but it was more than enough to whet her appetite. James is not a person to be given up lightly. Natasha doesn't date. She has work, and occasionally used her body for that, and was very good at it, but this is far different. He's a close friend and no matter what, she's going to treasure that above all else.

Once she's got a small door carved, she knocks on the silo knowing that he can knock out the metal frame now that it's completely burned through.]

It's all you now.

[The silo trembles lightly when she blows the land mines and Bucky can't help but to frown as he flexes his metal hand a few times. These are serious measures to make sure he can't get out, or be extracted easily. He's pretty sure this whole setup has been planned as a trap for anyone coming to rescue him. Whoever managed to kidnap him did leave him with his phone, meaning that they expected him to call for help. He wonders for a moment if this was meant for Sam, seeing as the landmines were probably placed to explode when he'd landed to help him out. The whole thing pisses him off to no end, but luckily, Nat's playful flirting breaks through his anger, and while he works at pushing down the thoughts that growing closer to her might put her in even more danger, her words still manage to make him smile:]

What can I say? I tend to leave an impression on people.

[It's a good thing that he's in the dark and that she can't see him, because that definitely brings heat to his cheeks, and he laughs lightly:]

All right, I promise not to let myself get barbecued. Not that it would change anything.

[He'd heal fairly quickly anyway. But still, he moves aside as Nat lasers a door for him, and once she calls him out for it, James reels back with his left arm, and punches the opening with more force than necessary, spending out some of that frustration. Vibranium hits against metal and the carved piece is thrown back almost a hundred feet before Bucky emerges from the silo, his human hand coming up to shield his eyes from the harsh light outside.

Once his eyes get accustomed, he drops his hand and looks at Natasha with a warm smile, the scent of fresh air already helping him to calm down:]

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, doll.

[All James wants is to pull her into his arms, but he stops himself, not trusting that are not watched by whoever set the whole thing up.]

We should get out of here, I wouldn't be surprised if people were coming for me.

[There's no small amount of worry that runs through Natasha's mind as she goes through the process of freeing James from the Silo. It's a whole lot of trouble that he's rolled himself up in, and someone really wanted him to stay there. Not only that, they were counting on his rescue team being pretty smug and not too careful. They were not counting on Natasha. She's riled up more than a little by the time that piece of metal comes flying out.

Nat's off to the side as the piece gets blown out into the haystacks. Taking her time she comes into view to meet his smile with hers. It only grows when she hears his relaxing tone of voice. It's no longer tight and pinched. Her shoulders drop about ten degrees and she can feel her breathing start to regulate again.

There might be people checking up on the joint, and Nat knows they don't have a long time, but she takes a step forward to pat him on the chest. It takes touch to make sure he's all in one piece. ]

You're a sight for mine alright. Good thing to see you in one piece. See that arm of yours still doing all the good it can.

[Nat reaches down and takes his gloved hand in hers and tugs at it so that she can bring him over to the plane. Once they get up in the air they'll have a few seconds to talk and maybe find out what's been happening and who might have the means to set up something so advanced to take out Bucky.]

[Continued from here]

Does it have to be a bathrobe, or can I just go with sweatpants?

And you never have to dress for me.

[And after a moment:]

*UP! You never have to dress UP for me. Sorry. Clumsy fingers.

[Way to go, Barnes.]

You can wear whatever you want. I merely said I wasn't slipping on some fancy dress for a party.

.... I'll consider clothes optional now. We'll see what does or does not make it under my fluffy robe.

[Because how can she not have fun with that. In fact, she's pondering putting on a little bit of lace on so that she can flash pieces of it just to make him sweat. The price seems about right.]

[Oh, he absolutely expected Nat to tease him about his typo. He would have been very worried about her if she hadn't. But it still feels like torture, to wonder what she might look like under her bathrobe, even if it's a good kind of torture. He's not going to be able to focus on the ball drop show now, isn't he?]

Well, as long as you don't catch a cold and blame it on me.

What time do you want me to get to your place?

Now is as good as time as any. I enjoy the lead up to the ball the real time for any party. I've already got all my snack foods out, and several bottles of wine.

I've got a fireplace, and I know how to keep myself warm when I need to.

[There's going to be plenty of torture, but it's already meant to go both ways. Nat has no trouble wondering all the what ifs when it comes to him, and she can't wait to discover the answers. The biggest question in her mind is if she'll let herself finally give in.]

All right, let me change, and I'll be on my way.

[When he knocks on her door an hour later, he's followed her instruction to a t, wearing sweatpants with his softest under a hoodie, except for his combat boots. Where one or five knives might have been hidden out of habit.

He nods once as she lets him in:]

Did I miss anything good yet?

[He means in regards of the pre-ball drop show, of course.]

[If Natasha knew that Bucky would be joining her tonight, she might have gone shopping for the occasion. After all, she does have a terrible addiction to buying lingerie. Instead, she stays true to at least the first part she had for the evening. The fireplace is lit like usual, and Natasha easily greets her guest at the door wearing her robe as planned.

The TV sounds in the background with some terrible person crooning over the speakers. She rolls her eyes as she turns back towards it.]

Hey there. No, I don't know who they got to sing for this show, but I need to change the channel because this is worse than when you and Steve trying to sing your rendition of Jingle Bells the other day. I think the guy is older than you both too.

[She laughs and pulls him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, nosing against him softly before taking his hand and bringing him back to the couch.]

Wine? I'm still chilling the champagne for when the new year hits. I can get you a beer if you'd rather?

[It was supposed to be just a stop on the Tour de Multiverse, this particular universe, a quick gander at a possible future for her and the Avengers. Or, that's what she thought this little visit would entail.

Turned out The Watcher had other plans.]

I do wonder at what point I should start calling you 'Meddler'.

[It's a light tease to the all seeing entity as she strode up to her target, a version of an old friend in a different universe. One where Steve Rogers was apparently now a conspiracy theory retired to the moon and the new Captain America had gone missing, which wasn't supposed to happen. Not here. Not in this universe.

Cue Carter finding herself trailing the tail of another super soldier out of time. She's not being particularly covert, even in street clothes, giving him enough of a berth for him to hopefully not feel too threatened. That and she wanted to view this Bucky's reaction to being followed, taking note of the path he chose and his behaviors.

Just enough leash to get a measure of the healed Winter Soldier.]

[He knows when he's being followed, and he's known since the second block he's walked out of the subway that someone is watching his every moves. The great thing about New York City is that most buildings have glass windows as storefronts, and it makes it easier to notice being trailed, when one is so engrainedly trained to watch for that.

Still, James makes it seem like he hasn't picked up on his tail, and he weaves through the other pedestrian with the same speed as before, though his steps are taking him away from his primary objective: the Avenger Tower. The tower is the only place that has the necessary technology to try and find Sam after all. But Bucky isn't about to bring whoever is trailing him there directly. Even if the figure feels familiar, from what he can see in the glass reflection.

His steps bring him to a busy outdoor marketplace, and for a moment, he seems to disappear in the crowd. Only to reappear further down into the market. He does the same thing a few time, until he seemingly ducks into an alleyway by the exit of the market. But when followed there, the alleyway is empty, or at least it appears so, until whoever is following him is deep enough in the cul-de-sac. Bucky drops not-so-silently from his perch, effectively blocking the exit, his right hand raising his gun slowly. There's a clear light of recognition in his gaze when Peggy turns around, but it's short-lived as his eyes narrow:]

Who are you?

[The resemblance is uncanny, but Steve told him that this timeline's Peggy Carter had died six years ago.]

[The super soldier would have been shocked if he allowed her to get the drop on him so easily. Even the Barnes from her world was sharper than that.

The weather's nice for New York and this time of year, so Peggy enjoys the walk, using the time to observe his tactics, this version of the City, and the direction he's taking her. It's not difficult to come to the conclusion that he's leading them away from that gaudy tower. Seems like some things are consistent no matter the universe, like Stark's decorative design preferences.

And then he ups his game at the marketplace. A tickle of a wry smile tugs at he mouth as she shifts where she looks, adapting as well. When she does step into the alleyway, there's a low expectation of him being there, and she's lifting her eyes to search the fire escapes when he drops behind her.

There's a bit of a sigh at the sound of his voice. The familiarity of it is comforting, even if it's clearly suspicious of her. She finally turns to face him, offering him a genuine, albeit bittersweet smile.]

Hello Bucky.

[She's certain he has questions, so she will wait patiently for them. Maybe after his hackles drop they can go somewhere more comfortable to chat. Until then, baby steps.]

Most call me Captain Carter.

[It's something they started to do a few months after her arrival, something Peggy told him that she used to share with Natasha, and Bucky knows they share one more friend that they lost. He's not exactly big on modern cinematography, but these movie nights are entertaining enough to keep his interest, especially when Peggy tells him that they made movies out of the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit books. But tonight, they meet at her place, so it's ladies' choice.

Maybe if he hadn't been this exhausted, Bucky would have found the movie interesting, but an hour into that detention period with a bunch of kids, he's already nodding off. He's spent the better part of the last forty-eight chasing down leads regarding Sam's disappearance, and his lack of sleep is showing. He's completely out by the time the credit rolls, a rare sight to behold, even for the other Super Soldier.

The exhaustion triggers memories buried deep inside, the lingering thought of teenagers stuck in school bringing his mind back to a time when he used to prowl empty halls, except for the pitty patter of children walking to a military rhythm. Images of little girls learning ballet superimpose themselves to young women sparring with one another under the vigilant eyes of an older woman. His own hands twist a fragile arm around someone's back before he pushes the slim body of a petite blond into a brunette, the matriarch barking orders as he dodges the punches of an agile redhead.

The memory moves on to the same redhead training late into the night with him, drilling self-defence moves again and again, until her muscles can't move anymore and he watches with conflicted feelings as she collapses on the mat. She looks up at him with a small smile, and they are not in the training room, and the mats are not mats anymore and Bucky thinks he can remember the way she tasted, until the memories shift again to the matriarch pulling the redhead away from him, and his fist connects with some HYDRA guards, angry, hurt and desperate, and he hits another one and another one until something shocks him to his knees. Then there's only white, blinding pain and emptiness.

The last memory he sees of the pretty redhead is her face turning red, her hands trying to push away the metal hand around her neck, looking up at him hurt and desperate, her voice rasping out 'You could at least recognize me' even as his hand squeezes further.

Her words snap him out of the nightmare, and James sits up with a startled cry, drenched in sweat and breathing laboriously. He looks around, confused, not recognizing where he is at first. It's only then he realizes that his vibranium hand is clenching on something softer and warmer than a pillow, and blue eyes widen with horror when he sees that he's grabbed Peggy by the throat when he woke up from his nightmare. He drops his hand from her neck and instinctively retreats as far as he can from her on the couch.]

Fuck! Shit! Sorry! I...I didn't mean to...

Sorry...I'll go, [he says in a hoarse voice as he gets up from the couch, moving to grab his leather jacket on the coffee table, figuring Peggy might not want to be around him right now.]

[Truth be told, sometimes she takes advantage of it being ladies choice to throw in a selection that would have a higher probability of Bucky 'accidentally' dozing off. Usually she aligns these particular movies when the bags under his eyes reach an alarming shade of insomnia. And when he does drift asleep, Peggy makes certain he stays that way, even if that means getting trapped under under the other super soldier as a partial or full pillow.

Tonight, her plan had gone off without a hitch. So much so that she managed to carefully extricate herself from the couch, turn off the movie, and tuck him in before padding off to try and catch a bit of sleep herself.

Her own sleep's light enough that when he starts moving around in his sleep, it jolts her awake as though it was a threat. Realizing it's Bucky having a nightmare doesn't slow down her movements any, and soon she's reaching down to give his shoulder a bit of a squeeze and shake, murmuring his name with increasing volumes.

That had been a rookie night terrors mistake. It takes a split second for his vibranium arm to find her throat, quick as a viper strike, and then she's struggling for air that's utterly inaccessible.

Dazed by the general surprise of the attack, Peggy doesn't fight back until he's already caught her in a vice grip. First, she goes for the hand choking her, but it's locked down tight. Immovable. Realizing his face is just enough out of reach that an assault there would prove ineffectual, her other hand searches for something hard or sharp. All she can find are pillows and the edge of the couch itself, neither of which were any help.

It's right as her vision starts to narrow that his hand loosens.

She gasps for air immediately, coughing and pushing him back off her just as fast as he sits up. Even as the room spins, her eyes remain wide and locked on him, the light from the streetlamps outside illuminating the horror knitted into his features.

At some point, she opens her mouth to try to speak, but the pain halts her, instilling more coughing and a deep wince. Still, she reaches out to grab his wrist when he tries to leave, keeping him there.

It wasn't his fault. It was a nightmare and she got too close when waking him. It could have just as easily been here, minus the vibranium arm.]

No. [She finally rumbles roughly, but firmly, before her voice softens. He's not going. They're going to work through this and make sure they're both okay before he leaves. If he leaves.] I know... You didn't. Stay.

[Continued from here]

I like you in heels. Especially when I get to bend you down over the counter. Gives you the perfect height for me.

[And maybe it's what he's going to do when he gets home, if she's wearing heels and lipstick.

Bucky saves her picture under heavy encryption, because this is exactly what he wants:]

Have I told you how pretty you are today?

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You might have mentioned it, but I never get tired of hearing it from you.

And if you give me an ETA, I can make sure I'm good and ready for you to do just that.

[She sends him several pictures this time. The first of her against her dresser, wearing a garter belt and the seamed stockings he loves so much, in exactly the position he suggested. The second is her sitting on the edge, legs spread wide in invitation, and a third of her with her fingers deep inside her, clearly playing as she managed to keep her head just clear enough to trigger the camera mid-moan.]

You can just come in as hard and fast as you like.

I don't think I'll ever tire of telling you either.

[Those three pictures are sure to make his mouth water and his brain fuzzy with want. The ride back on his bike is going to feel like torture now.]

ETA is about 20 minutes. You think you can keep yourself from coming while you wait for me like a good girl?

Hope you remembered your key because if you make me wait that long, walking isn't always an option.

[Just the idea of him playing along is nearly enough to make her come, and holding back is going to be exquisite torture.]

Of course, I'm not the one riding around on a giant vibrator.

[She has to get her digs in where she can, although one of these days she really should go in and adjust his screen-reader so it uses a version of her voice for her texts.]

I'm not above breaking a lock if it means getting to you that quicker.

And don't worry doll, it takes a lot more than vibration to blow my load.

[And the next message is a voice note, because he can't type while driving, the purring sound of his bike's engine a muffled background to his voice:]

Come on sweet girl, let me hear how wet you're making yourself for me.

[She doesn't bother to let the phone ring, just opening up a connection in a way that would probably horrify the creator of said phone. Her voice is already a bit breathy.]

You really are impossible. And I appreciate that you aren't planning to just break the entire door.

[He chuckles lightly at that:]

I know, but that's why you love me, right?

And busting the door would be too nosy. I don't want your neighbours to see you like this. This is all for my eyes only.

And I still can't hear how wet you are for me, doll.

Definitely one of the better impossible things in my life. Even if you do run off for weeks at a time and leave me unsatisfied, you always make up for it.

[A slight pause, as she shifts the phone so he can hear the sound of her fingers moving in and out a little better, and a soft gasp as she tries hard not to go too far.]

Never...figured you for..an ASMR guy... [Making sure he has something to hear is definitely an added level of difficulty, and the soft moans and whimpers that come with it are probably music to his ears.]

[Continued from here]

Well, here's to hoping the other girls can learn that from you, if they aren't already careful with their drinks.

As much as your company would be pleasant down there, I'm not putting you through that. I've already told Sam he can find someone else to go back if he needs it. My sense of smell is too sensitive for it, it was a real nightmare.

Are you saying that I'm a distraction? Me? All I would do is stare down other men trying to get handsy. And put as many dollar bills in your bras as you'll let me.

Yeah, he really does, almost just as much as Tony likes hearing himself talk. These two could talk each other to death.

Most girls who aren't drunk already are pretty good about it. It's one of the first things that gets taught in date safety, and even in sex education at schools now. The crimes still happen though.

I can imagine. I've spent plenty of time in sewers and gulags. I know how terrible places full of filth can be.

You are a very welcome distraction, and I'd be happy to take you are to a bar anytime if you want. I'd even sneak in a flask of asgardian ale, so you can get properly inebriated. You can put dollar bills there, or your hands. It's up to you. I'd prefer your hands, personally.

It would be great to see them try and date. I know it's a terrible thought, but the fights would be exceptional.

Yeah, I told Sam to send Redwing next time he wants a tour of the sewers. I think my uniform is still smelling.

I'm not sure that me drunk in a public place is a good idea. I'd be too afraid to break something accidentally. And I'd prefer my hands in your bra too, though that'd be a sure way to get us thrown out of the bar. Unless you can be really, really quiet in a dark corner?

Oh God. Would the tower even survive one of their fights? And you know they would try to updo one another as they try to romance each other. I'm kinda curious now how that would go. Should we play matchmaker?

[Not that Stark would ever listen to him, but surely Nat can be more persuasive.]

You know that's a challenge I'm willing to rise up to. If you're one for that sort of thing. Find me a great booth in the back corner of a bar, and I'll wear a loose skirt, and I will show you all the things I'm extremely good at in public.

I can be quiet if you don't mind a little biting to your shoulder. Certain moments, you know. What about you? I can take your teeth, and lot more.

You know, it's not something I ever thought of doing before. But I also find that I'm prone to making all these exceptions for you, so maybe we should start looking for a good place to try that. I'm really curious to find out all that you can do without us getting caught.

I don't mind any biting, just make sure you do so on my right shoulder. I'll miss your little sighs and moans though. Or the way you scream my name when you come.

I can be very silent if needed. But I'm definitely leaving marks on you though.

I've never actually done it all before, but I'm always up for this sort of a challenge. I know that I can pull of a great blow job, but I think I might just want to ride your lap. I really want to find the perfect place for that. Somewhere noisy and busy with a back corner booth.

I know exactly where to bite you, babe. I like marking you up, knowing that you're wearing things that remind you of what we've been up to. I'll sigh and moan in your ear, but you will miss my scream.

Please, you know I love the marks, bites and anything deeper. It only makes me want to moan harder.

[Continued from here]

Hey, Redwing is pretty forgettable, that's probably why you didn't remember.

You know, now that you mention it, I'm surprised he didn't throw a week-long funeral for it, too. Or maybe he did and didn't invite us.

Yeah, he did that to me too. Maybe he's just lonely. Think you can use those matchmaking skills on him like you tried on Steve? Maybe that's what he needs.

Honestly, I can't blame him. But now I'm wondering if he's resurrected it and is going to jump scare us the next time he gets a chance.
I hate to break it to you, but he definitely does not need my matchmaking skills.

Oh, it's worse than that. The Wakandans built him three new Red Wings with the new Captain America suit. Now he can jump-scare all of us at the same time.

It's all the suit's work. It was the same for Steve.

[Both Captains have good people skills, it's no surprise they got some game.]

[Continued from here]

Well. Thank you. I make it a point in pride to make sure my girl is thoroughly sated.

Doll, you can call me anything you want, as long as it's my name you scream in the bedroom.

[Someone's feeling cocky today.]

I know. Otherwise you would never have gotten a second showing.

Happy to oblige, so long as that level of praise is earned.

So what gets me a third showing then?

Are you making this a challenge?

Now you're asking the right questions.

Sugar with me, it's always a challenge.

That still doesn't answer the question, though.

Yeah, I got that impression already.

[Continued from here]

The worst, to be honest. I just can't today with all these politicians' empty promises and fake smiles. Sam has been real good at calling them out during the meeting, but I'm just half a second away from punching one in the teeth.

Save me love, you're my only hope?

[Look who's been catching up on pop culture.]

[She notices and it makes her smile.]

Where are you at? I'm out on an errand but I could show up and claim a police emergency to escort you out. Though the only emergency would be me wanting to kiss you.

We're at the GRC head council, where the UN used to be.

Please do, before I cause an international incident. I will gladly show my undying gratitude in any way you want me to, kissing included.

On my way. You don’t have to make it up to me, but I’m not gonna stop you. You know how I feel about these kinds of people.

I know I don't have to, but I really want to show my gratitude. I know you'll keep my mind off those kinds of people too.

I know. Kinda hard to like them when you got burned badly before, I get it.

You can always count on me to make you forget about anything.

After all I fell in love with you because you made me forget. There's a reason I kissed you the night we met. I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you.

I know, that's part of why I love you.

I'm really glad you did, because I had wanted to kiss you the whole night when we first met, but I didn't know how to get to that without looking like a creep.

I've known plenty of creeps in my life and trust me, you're not one. Not by a long shot. Besides I like a guy I can close down a bar with.

Thanks.

And closing a bar is pretty easy when the company is that beautiful and funny. And lucky for you, you always have a designated driver with you now.

That's more valuable than you think. I went off the deep end for a while with all the vodkas. I'm better now, but. Yeah. It's comforting.

This phone keeps autocorrecting every time I say fuck into duck. It's making all my texts seem suspiciously fluffy, harmless and adorable. Real ducking annoying.

[Continued from here]

I think you might be right. I didn't think I was this scrawny back then, but I guess that I've compared myself to Steve my whole youth, it's easy to think I was broad back then.

I think that can be arranged. I have this friend who's well connected with the government that might help.

I still wouldn't blame you for getting it back. It's yours, it doesn't belong to them.

Sounds like a good friend.

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