[Natasha arrives promptly and knocks on the door as a courtesy before she enters. She doesn't wait for him to answer, or show any particular inclination to respect locks.
Look, she was invited. This is what happens with spies.]
[As he had invited her, the door was unlocked for Natasha, and he expected her to just enter.]
[While he couldn't get a lot from the kitchen, he had fried up some eggs and had enough coffee for a couple of cups waiting. Totally out of whiskey, though. Shame, he really wants a whole bottle right then. Or five.]
I managed to get some cream. [He speaks up as soon as he thinks she's close enough to hear him.]
[Natasha licks her lips, but nods slightly. It's convenient. Timely, even; she's been working that problem in a way.
She sucks her lip a little as she considers what to tell him, where to start.]
I have intel that would suggest he's planning another experiment. Something along the lines of the suburbs again. I'd hate to consider what improvements he's considering.
I'll believe it because Lucifer obviously wants free.
[Bucky won't doubt that, though, whether or not he thinks Lucifer did all of this for show is still up for mental debate. He's really not sure with either him, or Barbas. It does sound a little far-fetched, and time-consuming for Lucifer to stage all of this, but if he really is Lucifer, he's had eternity. What if he got bored?]
Bread crumbs, mostly. A possible contact. A door to investigate.
[She keeps it vague intentionally, not because she doesn't trust Bucky but because she's well aware they were supposed to keep the circle small. The fact she mentions it at all is a sign of how much she does trust him.]
We don't know exactly where it's going to lead yet, but... it's a start.
[Yeah, he hates just thinking of it and he wants nothing to do with it. Except....]
Do they have any sort of a plan yet? I can't help feeling like we're running out of time, here.
[He has a need to go. Do something now, and he's been far to patient for way too long, concerned about what else Barbas could retaliate with. The school venture had been bad enough.]
[It's a compliment, but also a remark on how unwilling he is to touch that situation and put himself in it. Also, he might be a little concerned about her state of mind involved in that. But he's not going to just say that. Yet.]
No details?
[He understands the lack of, but he still needs to ask.] If Lucifer's sending out messages? Yeah, that's disconcerting.
[Natasha is quiet a moment, considering how much to share. The information itself is... slim. She's already shared more than she would have with almost anyone else.]
My impression is this is going to be a pretty last ditch effort. If we don't succeed, then... I guess we get used to letting Barbas make us into his compliant demon servants.
[If she sounds bitter about that, it's because she is.]
[Just hearing that puts him on edge. If Natasha is using phrases like "last ditch effort" and, no, he has no intention of playing compliant demon servant. Thanks.]
[He gets up and nods down the hallway of the house, indicating she should follow him as he heads to one of the rooms. One he keeps closed at all times, to keep his little minion out of it.]
[He opens the door to a room full of bullets, guns, knives and hand grenades, plus bits of and pieces of wires and items he can put together for bombs, if need be.]
[He levels a look at her, crossing his arms.]
I've been ready. For anything.
[He just wants her to know he can help. He needs to help. To do anything. In particular, with Barbas and getting rid of him, already.]
[Natasha isn't surprised. Well, maybe slightly surprised by the grenades specifically. She hasn't been able to find any of those. But aside from that...
She nods.]
You'll be the first person I call when the shooting starts.
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[She'll be there, either way.]
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I'll have the coffee ready.
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[That's a joke. She tries, okay.]
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We'll put our winning personalities together, and see if we get any charm out of that.
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Look, she was invited. This is what happens with spies.]
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[While he couldn't get a lot from the kitchen, he had fried up some eggs and had enough coffee for a couple of cups waiting. Totally out of whiskey, though. Shame, he really wants a whole bottle right then. Or five.]
I managed to get some cream. [He speaks up as soon as he thinks she's close enough to hear him.]
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Spoiling me. And cooking too? Now I feel like I should have brought something.
[She's paying attention, though, and the same way she noticed when he wasn't around the hotel, she notices he's looking strained now.]
Why do I get the feeling this isn't just social.
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Never is just social, is it? [He breathes in deep.] Did you catch the broadcast?
[Part of him wonders, would she still show up if she had? It's Natasha. She might very well have.]
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[Which is not quite the same as saying she didn't see it, but nothing in that memory is exactly a surprise.
Of course she'd come anyway, even if she did see it.]
I suppose you could have called me to cheer you up?
[That would be social?]
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[He smiles a little at the cheering up comment.] I didn't, though. [His lips tighten as he considers ways to cheer up.]
We can do that later.
[His humor flattens.] But, we need a plan. We can't go any further with Barbas.
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Getting rid of Barbas would cheer me up.
[Natasha licks her lips, but nods slightly. It's convenient. Timely, even; she's been working that problem in a way.
She sucks her lip a little as she considers what to tell him, where to start.]
I have intel that would suggest he's planning another experiment. Something along the lines of the suburbs again. I'd hate to consider what improvements he's considering.
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[He pulls out a chair for Natasha to take a seat in front of eggs and coffee.]
What intel? You sure he didn't plant it?
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[Natasha sits, wishing that came with a higher degree of confidence than she can.]
Lucifer used his blood to slip visions out to some of us. Not me specifically, but.
[But she had heard him some after the feast. Snippets only, but it supports the theory.]
It could be part of Barbas's plan, but why?
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[Bucky won't doubt that, though, whether or not he thinks Lucifer did all of this for show is still up for mental debate. He's really not sure with either him, or Barbas. It does sound a little far-fetched, and time-consuming for Lucifer to stage all of this, but if he really is Lucifer, he's had eternity. What if he got bored?]
[He eats a little, before he asks the obvious.]
What's the intel?
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[She keeps it vague intentionally, not because she doesn't trust Bucky but because she's well aware they were supposed to keep the circle small. The fact she mentions it at all is a sign of how much she does trust him.]
We don't know exactly where it's going to lead yet, but... it's a start.
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[Considering how little she divulges, Bucky knows he can't press too far.]
[He does raise an eyebrow.]
We?
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[She hates it. So much. The idea of that being compromised, or accidentally sharing something she doesn't mean to makes her skin crawl.]
That's how I got access to the people who got the visions, a few others.
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[Yeah, he hates just thinking of it and he wants nothing to do with it. Except....]
Do they have any sort of a plan yet? I can't help feeling like we're running out of time, here.
[He has a need to go. Do something now, and he's been far to patient for way too long, concerned about what else Barbas could retaliate with. The school venture had been bad enough.]
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Instead she lets it slide by with the next question.]
We're working on something.
[Her voice is steady, but there's a tension in it he knows her well enough to catch.]
You're not the only one getting that impression.
I have the feeling when things start to move, it's going to happen fast.
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No details?
[He understands the lack of, but he still needs to ask.] If Lucifer's sending out messages? Yeah, that's disconcerting.
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My impression is this is going to be a pretty last ditch effort. If we don't succeed, then... I guess we get used to letting Barbas make us into his compliant demon servants.
[If she sounds bitter about that, it's because she is.]
Just be ready. For anything.
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[He gets up and nods down the hallway of the house, indicating she should follow him as he heads to one of the rooms. One he keeps closed at all times, to keep his little minion out of it.]
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[He levels a look at her, crossing his arms.]
I've been ready. For anything.
[He just wants her to know he can help. He needs to help. To do anything. In particular, with Barbas and getting rid of him, already.]
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She nods.]
You'll be the first person I call when the shooting starts.
[But right now, they're still cloak and dagger.]
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wrap?