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[anotheroldsoldier]

who: Bucky and Natasha (616)
what: Catching up after Natasha's arrival.
when: After the acid rain escort mission.
where: In the city
warnings: Will update if needed.


[The mission is over. The payloads are up in the sky to- clean the atmosphere, or whatever, and the rain will stop now. The teams were protected, monsters were taken care of. Bucky still has a lot on his mind, though, as he and Natasha get a ride back to the city in one of the transport trucks. He's changed into a black tee-shirt and his Perimeter Guard uniform pants, the suit and shield tucked into a new bag. It's good to be out of the yellow beekeper suits, at least.

He keeps glancing over at her. His expression would be considered well-hidden to anyone else, but she can probably see the way he tries to puzzle it all out in his head. There's a distance between them that he doesn't remember (hasn't experienced); he's smart enough to at least figure some of it out. She must be from a different point in the timeline. It happens. Tony is from later on too.

He promised her dinner, though, and it's as good a time as any to talk. The driver pulls up next to a nicer restaurant, and he gets out first, shouldering his bag, holding open the truck door for her.]

I think I owe you dinner.

Comments

[anotheroldsoldier]

Let's not play the blame game right now. [He's pretty sure it's the same for him, a lot of the time these things are his fault somehow.

Like this. Sleepers trained by the Winter Soldier and left in the cold, definitely his fault, and he looks down at the table with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, a lead ball of dread. He says slowly,] He got out, or someone let him out. What did he do?

[latrodectus]

He escaped, after an earthquake. Probably didn't know who he was— the effects of being woken from stasis, without the normal protocol. [ Natasha had seen it once, the ritual of chemical injections and brain scans. It turned her stomach. She should've gotten out then, but she didn't. ]

But he started to remember some things, and then he found out you were alive. [ Trickier than James knew, but that was another long story. Her voice breaks out of the matter-of-fact tone she uses for mission reports. ] He was insane, James.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Shit. [There was a specific procedure to follow after waking a sleeper from cryo. Bucky knows it all too well; suffered through it many, many times over the years. But to be woken without it, suddenly and jarringly... It turns his stomach, a little. His appetite is gone. He just stares into his water glass, curling his fingers around it.

When he hears the crack in her mask, though, he wants to reach out and take her hand. His flesh fingers make it only a quarter of the way across the table, though, before his hand falls to the surface again, limp.] I can imagine. It- He blamed me, didn't he? Or I was the easiest target. The only target left alive.

[latrodectus]

After he was done with his handler, yes.

[ Her eyes slide across the table. Natasha wants to reach out, take his hand, and also wants to plunge herself deep into the ocean, where things are dark and quiet. She feels cold. ]

They should have brought us food by now.

[anotheroldsoldier]

[His gaze follows hers for a moment, fingers curling under his palm on the table, trying to play the aborted gesture off. He looks back toward the kitchen instead.]

Kitchen looks backed up. [Or maybe the waiter can see the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife and is giving them a few minutes.] How much damage did he do? Novokov.

[latrodectus]

[ This was it, then. Sometimes, the quickest escape is through the thickest part of the forest. Her voice is steady, like hoofbeats, like the thump of her own heart. ]

He kidnapped me, erased you from my mind, and tried to make me his.

[ An absurd concept. She had never been anyone's girl. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Those words, blunt and direct, bring with them a wave of nausea, the desire to recoil from the truth, to go back two minutes and never ask that question.

So how hard must it be for Natasha, to give voice to it, to live with what happened? Other than the tightening of his expression, the agony in his eyes, his only outward reaction is metal fingers gripping the edge of the table with a soft, tell-tale crack.]

Tell me he's dead. [He says, voice a thready whisper. Suddenly, everything makes so much sense. It would take something this horrible, this huge, to finally push them away from each other.] If he- You remember me again?

[latrodectus]

He's dead. [ Her mouth twists into something less than a smile. It's a lie that doesn't deserve the art of her lying. She retreats, and it's cowardice, but she doesn't particularly care. She doesn't want him to hurt more, and never has. ]

I do. [ Remember him, that is. ] The programming couldn't hold forever. [ Though some memories still make her nauseous, when she concentrates on their detail— a failsafe. That's what it has to be. ] The red things tend to stay.

[anotheroldsoldier]

[His mouth curls in something like grief, recognizing the lie for what it is. Leo Novokov ruined their lives and he isn't even dead for it. It shouldn't come as a surprise, really. Nothing in life is fair.]

Seems like I bring you nothing but trouble.

[latrodectus]

No. [ There is force in the word, like a river frozen over. She wants to hold his hand. He's also being stupid. ]

Don't talk like that, James. I won't allow it.

[anotheroldsoldier]

[This guilt complex goes on for miles and miles.]

You can't tell me it isn't true.

[latrodectus]

[ She doesn't move. ]

It isn't about you. [ Maybe it was to Novokov. Maybe it even was to James. But for Natasha, it was about her— those are the parts of the story she always remembered. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[It isn't about you. His lips press together tightly, and he can't meet her eyes. It's not, is it? She's the one who got hurt.]

I'm sorry. [He starts quietly, eyes flickering the door like he wants to make an exit. It's a lot to think about, to take in.] I'm sorry how things ended up between us.

[latrodectus]

Well, you know. [ A pause. ] I'm cursed.

[ She tries to make it a joke, but Natasha was never very funny. ]