Deja Vu all over again

[well_assembled]

Haven't we been here before? You thinking you need to put me somewhere, me thinking frankly that your wrong.

I remember it pretty clearly. Oh, know what else I remember? Last time you did it you sent me to a place where I met someone, a nice guy, we got on well and then he killed me. Not what I call fun, and after that the whole place feel down around my ears and became something else. Thanks for being so gracious as to remove me.

Given all that you'll forgive me if your idea of 'finding me a home' like I am some wayward puppy is not setting well.

There are plenty of me out there, and you know how I diverge. So, let's put the issue aside and give you some time to get your senses back, ok?

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[trainwrecked]

It doesn't have to be that way everywhere.

[well_assembled]

Yeah? Because I'm coming up real short on the list of "Places not designed to kill me or make my life a living Hell."

[And then, quietly]

Glad to see you're ok.

[trainwrecked]

A really short list is still better than none at all, right.?

*small nod*

Thanks. And likewise. You've been missed.

[well_assembled]

If you're an unfailing and annoying optimist. Oh, forgot who I was talking to.

[It's trying so hard to be a joke, even under the layers of weary sarcasm, Natasha is very, very tired.]

Missed? For me that usually involves bullets and is a good thing.

[trainwrecked]

*smirks and takes a little ironic bow.* I've had a very good teacher. Some things stick.

*poor Natasha. How'd she like a shoulder rub? A coffee? Something?*

I think we have established that my reactions and the 'usual' ones just don't match up.

[well_assembled]

Right, in the face of that how could anyone not?

[Will you just stop being so damned likeable? You make it really difficult to be unemotional.She is totally not even entertaining those offers, totally..mostly..that actually sounds really nice.]

We have; you are a stubborn, foolish, and sometimes wonderful sort of man.

[trainwrecked]

*His eyes? Shining brightly at her. And, really. He'd be very good at rubbing her shoulders. Just the right amount of force applied, not too little.*

Why, thank you. And you are a beautiful, capable, and altogether amazing sort of a woman.

[well_assembled]

[He has earned her trust to the point that she might actually give in to that too. For him the walls were let down, at least a bit]

You would be alone in most of that assessment, I don't think many would color me in such favorable terms.

[trainwrecked]

Yeah, about that... how many of them are you better than, at whatever it is they do? People can be kind of nasty when you threaten them - and not necessarily in the direct threat kinda way.

[well_assembled]

I wouldn't have made it this long if they were better than me, it tends to be the sort of business in which you're either skilled, or killed.

I don't like to deal in threats, I'm far more open about the facts; I know exactly what I am capable of, and so do they.

[trainwrecked]

Your mere existence may be a threat to tender egos, beautiful.

[well_assembled]

And I'm not to yours?

[She tried not to smile at the compliment, but.she failed.]

[trainwrecked]

Me? Ego? I wouldn't know what to do with it.

[well_assembled]

You should have one you know.

I mean there's lots of women who would find you really attractive.

[trainwrecked]

Oh, that, I do know, and play on often enough.

But if that's all I get to be remembered for... I prob'ly kinda did it all wrong.

[well_assembled]

That makes so much sense. [But..was that a chuckle? Oh dear.]

I think there are a lot of reasons for you to be remembered. I know I've tried to forget you and you just keep coming back.
{It was supposed to be witty, a jab or joke, it was too weakly spoken to have any real impact though. Maybe too much truth to it?]

[trainwrecked]

*and a smirk back. Because... yeah.*

*... followed by wide innocent eyes.* But how could I abandon a dame in need?

[well_assembled]

[Yeah yeah, keep smiling. One of these days she's gonna smack that smirk of your lips, or kiss it...something like that.]

Indeed, how could you, ever the hero aren't you? Well who ever said I was in need?

[trainwrecked]

*... they haven't been doing any fighting recently, come to think about that. Maybe he's due.*

You know the answer to that one. And... well. You're in need of things you don't quite realize you've been missing for a while. It counts.

[well_assembled]

[She was sort of getting used to the night fighting thing, but she could get into that too. It hadn't always been unpleasant being that close with him. As long as he wasn't trying to kill her of course..]

You always say that, you say I need things. So...this one time I'll give you the chance to show me what it is you think I've been missing.

[trainwrecked]

*... you know, Natasha? Whatever you had in mind?

With that permission, you are getting kissed. Well and thoroughly and warmly kissed.*

[well_assembled]

[Why it even surprised her was a wonder, but this time she didn't fight it. There was a momentary stiffness, but it faded and hesitantly an arm encircled his neck.

It wasn't a kiss she'd been trained to give, but then again she wasn't trying to seduce him either. It was shockingly soft and yielding, completely at odds with how she had always presented herself.]

[trainwrecked]

*And he answers that with more softness, and warmth, and sharing the joy of life that he feels, that he believes in. Right here and just for her. One hand cupping her cheek, the other resting against her hip, only lightly against her, but enough to share body heat.*

[well_assembled]

[So warm, so soft..she tried not to fall into it but..he was so undemanding and easy that she found herself losening up.

The kiss deepened and that hesitant wrap of arms wound tighter holding him to her while fingers softly traced over his back.]

[trainwrecked]

*oh. Ooohh... Bucky could just drown in this. So amazing, so soft without losing a fraction of the strength underneath. Even just this - was closer to exhilaration than many... more involved experiences that he'd had.

Just before he had to interrupt the kiss - for air - he ran the tip of his tongue along her lower lip. Just once, and just that. And when he pulled slightly back, his eyes were bright with joy.*

Hello, beautiful.