[ 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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[widows_kiss]

She's been waiting for him, half wondering if he'd show or not. It was a toss-up in her opinion, because Bucky was much harder for her to predict than perhaps his counterpart would have been. And she wouldn't blame him for not wanting to know more, or to focus any longer on what was in store than what was absolutely necessary.

So she's curled up on her sofa with a book and a glass of wine, the opened bottle still mostly full on the coffee table with an empty glass, just in case he does show. It's a little on the late side, time-wise, so she's already gotten comfortable for the night, dressed in a simple pair of black leggings and a too-big tshirt probably stolen from Clint's closet, because she had a tendency to do that. Her hair is drawn back into a short ponytail at the back of her head to keep it off her face while she's stretched out and reading. It's a far different look from the one she typically adopts for business, but she thought casual and comfortable might make tonight a little easier.

When the knocks sounds, she uncurls from where she's been settled and pads barefoot across the room to open the door, greeting him with a faint smile as she motions with her hand in invitation.

"Hey."