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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-25 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Food was food and he wasn't going to complain about soup and sandwiches. Far from it. As wary as he still was, he was also incredibly grateful for what she'd done for him in the last twenty-four hours. He paused far enough back in the hallway for a moment, before she noticed him, that he found himself watching her. He watched her stand silently at the counter, looking utterly lost until some kind of timer buzzed and then he watched as she shuddered and ripped into the carton of meat with what he read as anger.

Both the lost look and the angry one vanished as quickly as they came as he took a couple of quiet steps toward her, not as silent as he could be. But he wasn't trying to sneak up on her. He regarded her quietly for a moment, then gave a short nod.

"Yeah." Because truthfully he did. Not bathing had been a survival technique, not a thing he enjoyed. He had faint memories of days before the war when he'd take his time showering and shaving and even styling his hair, wanting to look his best because his parents had taught him at some point, that was important. At least he assumed that was from his parents' teaching.

"Can I help?" His voice was hesitant. The urge to be useful was still ever-present, too deeply ingrained that if he didn't have a mission, he was going back on ice. Even though he knew that wasn't a threat hanging over his head, the emotions that were tied to it? They certainly were.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
He could tell his question caught her off guard, but he was relieved when she didn't tell him that she was fine and didn't need his help. The small smile she gave him eased his nerves a bit more, and he reached out and took the bread from her. He moved over to the toaster obediently, dropping four slices in and setting it to toast them. "Plates?" he asked, glancing at her sideways as she worked on cutting up the tomatoes.

Bucky eyed the toppings she'd picked. He knew he liked cheese for sure. The rest -- he hesitated a second then shrugged. "Everything's fine," he told her, because truthfully he wasn't picky. He didn't think he had been before, either, but things like that hadn't really come back to him. He supposed it was ultimately unimportant. He could figure it out now as he went along, anyway.

He couldn't remember ever having blinis before, but he knew what they were. Sort of. "Will you show me how to make them?" Because for whatever reason, puttering around the small kitchen felt sort of familiar. Normal. Maybe he'd liked to cook at some point in his life, before the war and HYDRA?

"Water's fine. Thank you." At least the words of gratitude were starting to feel less foreign as they rolled off his tongue.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-26 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't bothered by the shortage of dishes. He'd grown up in an era far before disposable plates had become popular, and long before the invention of a dishwasher. When you ran out of dishes, you simply washed them, dried them, and put them away til next time.

The hand on his arm caught him off guard, but more than that, it was the way she spoke his name, a name he hadn't heard in a long, long time. He'd been trying as hard as he could to think of himself as Bucky and not the Asset or Soldat. But hearing the name James sent off some kind of signal in his brain that was somewhere between alarming and confusing.

He found himself staring at her, his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked slightly to the side. Of course he knew James was his real first name, but he'd gotten the impression from the various things he'd read - and his brief interaction all those months ago with Steve - that he'd gone pretty exclusively by the name Bucky. So why on earth did hearing James, coming from Natasha, seem so damned familiar?
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-26 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
The fact that he hadn't jerked away from her touch was a signal that he was better off now than he had been just a few weeks before. He'd taken great efforts to keep anyone from being even slightly inclined to touch him. Physical affection was a thing of days long past, a thing that belonged solely to whoever he'd been before wreaking havoc all over the globe and snuffing out so many innocent lives.

Natasha was the first one to touch him in months.

He hadn't realized he was breathing more heavily than before until he noticed that her cheeks were growing pink, but then she was snarking at him and he wondered if he'd imagined it. He exhaled, breaking the gaze and feeling dazed as he turned to grab the glasses from the cabinet, holding them out to her wordlessly.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-26 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
He was missing something. He could feel it with every fiber of his being. It was an ever-present feeling that he carried with him, because frankly there were a lot of things he was missing. But that feeling hadn't been as strong in the entire nine months he'd been on the run than it was right now.

Bucky found himself staring after her as she moved across the room and put ice in their glasses, pulled out water bottles from the fridge and poured it into the glasses and then sat down like she was completely oblivious to the weight of his gaze. He knew better, though. She hadn't become Black Widow by being unobservant.

His nerves were decidedly rattled, but the toast chose that moment to pop up from the toaster and he moved to grab them, laying them on the plates and carrying them to the small table, taking the seat directly across from her. He waited for her to make her sandwich before he would -- it was the polite thing to do, and there was that female voice against, distant but present, in his mind. Kind but firm.

"Soup smells good," he said quietly, finally letting his gaze drop from her form.
Edited (Holy tense change Batman) 2019-07-26 03:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-26 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky reached out and took the other two pieces of toast and set them on his own plate, fashioning a sandwich very similar to the one she'd created, albeit with more meat and cheese on it than lettuce. When he was finished, he picked it up and took a bite, closing his eyes momentarily and chewing as slowly as he could, trying to savor the tastes. Even this morning he'd been in too big of a hurry to scarf down the food to really stop and enjoy it. But maybe, even if it was just for now, he could let his guard down a little, let himself relax. At least long enough to enjoy a meal.

He kept giving small, flickering glances in Natasha's direction. He had a feeling there was so, so much more to her than what he knew about her. It was fair, considering how little she probably knew about him, too.

"It was good too," he told her. "The food this morning." He dropped his gaze to focus on the food in front of him now. He ate a few bites of the soup before he spoke again. "All food is better than the protein shakes."
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-27 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
The food had been a bit greasy. Fortunately between his metabolism and whatever bastardized version of the super soldier serum they'd given him, his body seemed to handle it all right. The first few meals with actual food he'd consumed hadn't settled well. It had made him wary of eating for days, but eventually his body started to get used to actual food and not just a shake and a shot of vitamins. And now here he was.

It didn't escape his notice that she agreed about the protein shakes and he found himself gazing at her for a moment, speculative. He wondered what her own training as Black Widow had consisted of. He can't imagine the methods used had been pleasant. He wondered if they'd wiped her brain out a few times, too. He wondered just how similar the two of them might truly be. Whatever similarities they had, the differences stuck out far more. She took on a persona of someone who was flirtatious and optimistic but he didn't buy it. It didn't seem real. She was acting -- but for whose benefit? His or her own?

And then, for a moment, the facade dropped entirely and he found himself holding his breath, staring at her with his glass of water halfway to his lips. "Yes," he agreed, because there was no point in denying. He hadn't tried to hide his reaction. "Yes, it did." He took a sip of the drink and set it down on the table once more, but kept his fingers curled around it.

"It felt -- familiar?" He wasn't sure that was the right word, exactly.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-27 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"So I hear," he quipped in response without missing a beat. He thought maybe he should be perturbed that he could joke so thoughtlessly about the fact that he didn't, in reality, have any kind of solid grip on who he was, but he wasn't. But the idea that Steve had shared information on him with others was a bit surprising. Then again, she'd been helping Steve look for him for the last nine months, as well as one Sam Wilson.

He exhaled, sitting back in his chair and staring at the mostly empty plate of food before lifting his gaze to look at her. "A couple of times." He paused. "I knew he was looking for me. That he'd recruited people to help him." He also knew Steve was never going to stop and that at some point, he was going to have to at least meet with him, convince Steve that he was fine and he could handle himself. It made him tired just to think about. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Steve, it was that he wasn't ready. He'd been trained to be a ghost, and he was damned good at it. Maybe better now, even, because he had even deeper incentive to stay hidden: keeping Steve safe. And he was mostly certainly not safe to be around.

Which Natasha knew, too, and yet...here they were. Sitting across from each other in a safe house in the middle of Hungary, having dinner like they were old friends. And the weirdest part of all of it was that sense of deja vu that he couldn't seem to entirely shake.

He drew in a breath and lifted his eyes to look at her, to hold her gaze. "It's fine. You can call me whichever," he said quietly, nodding. Neither name necessarily felt like who he was at that point, but maybe he could get used to them more if someone was addressing him regularly. He paused at that thought, realizing he'd already jumped to the assumption this deal between them, whatever it was, was more than short-term.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-27 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't that Bucky wanted anyone to be afraid of him. He didn't want to be the monster that HYDRA had twisted him into being. But he knew people should be afraid of him, because he knew exactly what he was capable of. He also knew there were those still out there who would be able to flip the switch in an utterance of ten little words that would force him to do their bidding whether he wanted to or not.

He also knew what he would do if he was backed into a corner. He wouldn't like it, but he wouldn't allow himself to be apprehended, locked up or used. Not by HYDRA. Not by the remnants of SHIELD that was rebuilding itself. Not by any other organization or agency because as far as he was concerned they were all corrupt and had hidden agendas.

Never again.

There was something in the way she kept looking at him, like she was waiting for something, like she was trying to figure him out or she was waiting for him to figure it out. But what?

The question surprised him and his lips parted momentarily, because truthfully, there was no real good reason he could give her that would answer her satisfactorily. He rested his hands on the table, considering. It was a fair question. "I guess I just have a gut feeling about you," he said finally.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-27 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
He'd managed to avoid every person and agency looking for him for nine months acting on his instincts and doing what he'd been trained to do. He doubts seriously that anyone from HYDRA ever anticipated he'd take the training they'd forced on him and use it against them, though even if it was done in the most passively defensive way on earth. It had crossed his mind on more than one occasion, too use his skills a lot more aggressively. To use his knowledge of their inner workings, their facilities, their codes and programming, and blow them right off the grid.

It was going to happen. But not until he could be sure that their programming could be deactivated. He was smart. He wasn't going to risk losing himself -- whatever was left of himself anyway -- because of his desire for vengeance.

Bucky shifted his gaze to her once more, focusing intently on her, studying her the same way he had this morning at the Denny's. "Most people aren't like us," he said carefully. Because yes, he had seen the information that had been released. He'd read every bit of it he could get his hands on, practically memorized it. He also knew she was the one to release the information that came out. He'd seen her interrogation in front of congress and how matter-of-factly she'd handed them their asses on a platter before waltzing out.

No. His instincts about her were spot on. He could feel it in his bones.

"Of course." He tilted his head at her. "Believe it or not, at one point I used to be a gentleman. I think."
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-27 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"It is," he agreed quietly. His gaze dropped to the table, appetite vanishing from the direction the conversation had turned. For every single thing he did know about Natasha Romanoff, he'd bet there were twenty he didn't. There hadn't been much on how she'd been trained or what methods had been used, but he'd wager they hadn't been pleasant.

Still. Her easy agreement about his joke almost caught him off guard and he glanced at her, assuming Steve may have filled in some of the blanks on the guy he'd once been. He remembered that he'd rarely spent a weekend without a date before the war. More than that, though, he knew that guy had been dead for a long, long time. He'd died back on a table in a weapons factory in Azzano, long before he'd taken a plunge off a train. The beginning of his ruination.

The light touch to his shoulder brought him quickly out of the dark terrain his mind had veered into and he found himself holding his breath, wondering if she had any idea that she was the first person to touch him without inflicting any sort of pain for longer than he can actually recall. It seemed so casual and easy, those light touches, but in reality they gave him goosebumps up and down his right arm and he turned his head to watch her go, feeling shaken to his core for reasons he didn't understand.
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[personal profile] endsinafight 2019-07-27 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
While Natasha was in the shower, Bucky cleaned up the kitchen, putting away all the leftover food for later, then washing and drying the dishes before putting them away, as well. He washed down the toaster and the counter and the sink and left the wash cloth draped over the sink nozzle to dry. And then, he simply leaned against the counter and stared out the window blankly, listening to the sound of running water from the shower in the back of the cabin.

He wondered if it would even be possible to sleep here, but more importantly, he wondered if it was possible to sleep here and not have any nightmares. He didn't really want to consider those possibilities, but they were possibilities. Sleep didn't come easily these days and when it did come around, it tended to be full of images he'd rather not see. Sometimes they were actual memories, other times, they were simply his worst fears dancing behind his tired eyelids.

Shivering a little in the chill of the air, Bucky moved and kicked the furnace up. He didn't like the cold and with good reason. And if Natasha was insistent on sleeping on the couch, the cabin needed to be a lot warmer than it was right then. He turned to look over his shoulder when he heard the bathroom door open and then she emerged with a grey robe wrapped around her, engulfing her in its warmth.

Bucky swallowed heavily, watching as she moved toward the sofa carrying pillows and blankets. "Are you sure you don't want the bed? This is your place."

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