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[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?

[blackhourglass]

[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.