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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.]

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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.

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

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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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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?

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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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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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.]

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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.]

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.

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