"You're brighter than any star I have ever seen," he whispered into her ear. "You're the one who shines..." Moving his arms gently, he wanted hers on top of his, feeling her touch and her weight even in the smallest of ways. His chest was firm to her back and he easily breathed in her scent as he stood there.
He didn't speak right away, hesitating on his words. "The calm before the storm," he finally whispered.
She obliged, letting him maneuver her how he wanted, but she kept in close contact with his body as he did. His warmth was something she'd missed and missed desperately over the last years, and now that she had it - again - Natasha knew she could never give it up.
Her lips crimped with mirth at his words, and she replied, "Only in the dark." There were still so many secrets between them...
But the brightly-lit city of Wakanda lay before them, glowing like the priceless jewel it was. "I think it's gonna be a bad storm too, James," Natasha heard herself say, her fingers unconsciously threading with his, both flesh and metal. "Kinda scares me a little, really."
"There's always a fight." He frowned, giving her hand a squeeze. "This one could be a bad one." He worried. Not for himself, but for others. For her. For Steve, his Stevie. For the place that he had been living, the place he'd come to love and it would break his heart to see it die.
He sighed. "Always a lot of dark around me. You seem to cut through it." His head tilted and he placed kisses on her shoulder. "I finally come back and I might lose everything all over again. This is my life," he says sadly.
There wasn't an easy answer, so Natasha didn't speak for a long moment or so. When she did, it was in a quiet voice, low and husky with heavy emotion. She was afraid. She knew he was, too. But they had each other, at least for right now, and there was comfort and solace in their shared embrace.
"Hey," she nudged him a little. "You won't lose anything." There was conviction in her voice. "We're going to fight, and we're going to fight well. We will stand. No matter what comes, we'll stand together. And we always come out the other side."
She leaned her head against his, turning just enough to press her lips to his cheek, lifting a hand to thread her fingers through his dark hair. "I lost you twice," she told him. "I don't plan on losing you a third time."
Bucky smiled, turning so that he could look down at her. There was a hint of something in his eyes as he leaned in, kissing her cheek. "I remember you. I remember everything now. Not losing that." One of his hands came up to cup her cheek, running his thumb along the length of her jawline. "No matter what happens, I'll stand by you. By Steve. That's where I belong."
It had been too long. Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingertips. "Do you remember the nights before a mission? How we would prepare for them?" He laughed lightly. "Fighting until we could barely stand, then fighting some more." He gave her hand a squeeze.
"I've really grown to love this place. You'd hate it. Too slow."
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He didn't speak right away, hesitating on his words. "The calm before the storm," he finally whispered.
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Her lips crimped with mirth at his words, and she replied, "Only in the dark." There were still so many secrets between them...
But the brightly-lit city of Wakanda lay before them, glowing like the priceless jewel it was. "I think it's gonna be a bad storm too, James," Natasha heard herself say, her fingers unconsciously threading with his, both flesh and metal. "Kinda scares me a little, really."
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He sighed. "Always a lot of dark around me. You seem to cut through it." His head tilted and he placed kisses on her shoulder. "I finally come back and I might lose everything all over again. This is my life," he says sadly.
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"Hey," she nudged him a little. "You won't lose anything." There was conviction in her voice. "We're going to fight, and we're going to fight well. We will stand. No matter what comes, we'll stand together. And we always come out the other side."
She leaned her head against his, turning just enough to press her lips to his cheek, lifting a hand to thread her fingers through his dark hair. "I lost you twice," she told him. "I don't plan on losing you a third time."
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It had been too long. Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingertips. "Do you remember the nights before a mission? How we would prepare for them?" He laughed lightly. "Fighting until we could barely stand, then fighting some more." He gave her hand a squeeze.
"I've really grown to love this place. You'd hate it. Too slow."