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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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