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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.]

[flatfeet]

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.

for @blackhourglass

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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.

[blackhourglass]

[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.

For @brushpass

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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.]

thank you for moving these over!

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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.

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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.]

[brushpass]

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?

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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.

[brushpass]

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?

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

Whiskey or vodka?

[moregood]

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

Whiskey.

for @flatfeet

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

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

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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?

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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.]

for @balletmoves

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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?

[balletmoves]

We're really not.

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

Are you alright? How did this happen anyway?

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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.]

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[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.

for @blackhourglass

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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.]

[blackhourglass]

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.]

MCU-verse yeeting

[anothergo]

[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.]

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[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.]

for @anothergo

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[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.]

[anothergo]

[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.

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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?

[beingawesome]

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.

for @blackhourglass

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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.

[blackhourglass]

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.

For @brushpass

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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.

thank you!

[brushpass]

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.

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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.]

[backwaterbelle]

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

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

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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.]

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[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.

[electro_kinetic]

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.

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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.

[flatfeet]

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

Sounds like a good friend.