"You think I'm going to let you get out of doing your fair share of the fighting?" Bucky joked as Natasha slipped away. His last sight of her was looking pale and beautiful before the bedroom door closed behind her.
Then, internally, he chided himself for being an idiot. She was only the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and one of the strongest too. He wasn't even sure if it was the fact he was tempted by her invitation—to join her in the warm darkness of a shared bed—or the fact he turned her down that made him an idiot in this case. Maybe it was both.
But he'd learned his lesson about letting himself get caught up in midnight green eyes and sly smiles.
It was better for both of them if he kept his distance.
More than that, though, his instincts were screaming at him to explore the b&b, to establish his territory before he could relax. He needed to smell the air, get the lay of the land. If some of that came from the protective drive to make sure that their lair was safe for the woman currently in bed? Well.
Fuck, it's better not to think about that too deeply. Instead, he walked bout inside and outside, checking every inch of their home for the duration of this mission. Then he takes a seat on the sofa in the living room and starts unpacking and rechecking equipment. If his position puts him between the door and Natasha, it's a coincidence. Surely.
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Then, internally, he chided himself for being an idiot. She was only the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and one of the strongest too. He wasn't even sure if it was the fact he was tempted by her invitation—to join her in the warm darkness of a shared bed—or the fact he turned her down that made him an idiot in this case. Maybe it was both.
But he'd learned his lesson about letting himself get caught up in midnight green eyes and sly smiles.
It was better for both of them if he kept his distance.
More than that, though, his instincts were screaming at him to explore the b&b, to establish his territory before he could relax. He needed to smell the air, get the lay of the land. If some of that came from the protective drive to make sure that their lair was safe for the woman currently in bed? Well.
Fuck, it's better not to think about that too deeply. Instead, he walked bout inside and outside, checking every inch of their home for the duration of this mission. Then he takes a seat on the sofa in the living room and starts unpacking and rechecking equipment. If his position puts him between the door and Natasha, it's a coincidence. Surely.
(Idiot.)