[ Closed ] you were a kindness when i was a stranger

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Who: Natasha Romanoff & Bucky Barnes
Where: 7th floor, Room 29
When: Sometime after this.
Rating: PG..?
Summary: Bucky finally goes to talk to Natasha, about futures near and far.
The Story:

He crosses the hall to her door late that night and calls her name after he knocks, like she's somehow not going to know it's him. He's had this conversation once already, for real with Sam, and then about a hundred times in his head since Natasha agreed to let him come over. He doesn't feel any more prepared than he did the first time Steve told him about the future, but at least they can clear the air, maybe. He wonders how many more conversations like this there are going to be. This is actually the easy stuff. Sam and Natasha are trained professionals, and he didn't... It didn't go as far as it could have.

Steve keeps telling him it's not his fault, he shouldn't think about it, shouldn't beat himself up for things that haven't even happened yet. And he gets that. It isn't him, or it isn't going to be. But it's still his body and his hands, and he needs to own up to that while he still can.

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"Well, I've got five here, so it would make one hell of a story..." He's mostly kidding. He only pauses to glance around and make sure the coast is clear. He's clearly buzzed, so it's more habit than any real precaution before he's tugging her along toward the beach.

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"Yes, and I'd rather not be responsible for the first of them," she retorts, playfully punching him in the upper arm. She lets him lead the way, content to be tugged along and making sure he doesn't fall on his face, because while she's lightly buzzed, it's not quite as far as him. Enough that she can enjoy something fun and spontaneous, however.

"Can you imagine all the disappointed looks that would get me? No, thank you."