[Natasha sighs and nods. Until one of them leaves, this is what they have.
And perhaps she shouldn't be so sure it'll be her who stays behind, but the certainty remains the same. He'll go home. And Natasha... what? She'll end up working in the club, eventually, or some other part of Hell.]
I'm still sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I can't even seem to keep from growing wings.
[He doesn't want to think that far ahead, imagine her alone, without him. Sure, she'll have other people, but...he never wants to imagine a time when Natasha doesn't have him.]
[Bucky starts shaking his head again.]
That's not on you. It's this place. It's doing messed up things to you. [He will forever believe that.]
[Natasha is a lot less sure. Especially considering some of the choices she's made, the way she's sold bits of her soul and they've seen how that turned out.
[He purses his lips together.] I know. I'm still saying it.
[At the same time, it's very much those choices Natasha makes, the reasons why she does what she does, that make Bucky certain she doesn't deserve Hell.]
I'll have to down the whole bottle. Then another. And maybe whatever else you have here.
[There are some alcohols that work, but he demons at the bar seem to know which those are. Then there's the mead Thor had...but alas. Just another painful subject.]
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[He holds her just a little tighter.]
That's all we can do, right now.
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And perhaps she shouldn't be so sure it'll be her who stays behind, but the certainty remains the same. He'll go home. And Natasha... what? She'll end up working in the club, eventually, or some other part of Hell.]
I'm still sorry. For everything. I'm sorry I can't even seem to keep from growing wings.
I'm trying not to have it turn into hooves?
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[Bucky starts shaking his head again.]
That's not on you. It's this place. It's doing messed up things to you. [He will forever believe that.]
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[Natasha is a lot less sure. Especially considering some of the choices she's made, the way she's sold bits of her soul and they've seen how that turned out.
She can't promise she wouldn't do it again.]
Stay with me a while?
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[At the same time, it's very much those choices Natasha makes, the reasons why she does what she does, that make Bucky certain she doesn't deserve Hell.]
Always. [Bucky gives Natasha a light squeeze.]
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Isn't this when we comfort each other?
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[Which is often, but... usually that's less for comfort. Not at this point.
This is more likely.
It's nice.]
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That's not out of the question with comfort, right?
But I think I could use a drink, right now.
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[Natasha admits, then shakes her head slightly.]
Maybe especially when we're comforting each other. Drinks are better though.
You want vodka? Whiskey?
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Yeah. They do.
Whiskey. [Wherever they end up tonight, he's starting with whiskey.]
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[Natasha pulls a bottle out from her kitchen bar, carrying it over to one of her seating areas and plopping down on a sofa.
It's not a very prim or ladylike sit.]
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He takes a seat by Natasha, one arm on the back of the sofa and reaches for the bottle.]
I take it we're just going to share?
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[Teasing gently, a little sadly.]
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We don't need glasses. [Aims to just outright take the bottle.]
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Maybe a little closer to him.
They deserve a little cuddle, right?]
Just don't drink it all.
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[He takes a good gulp out of it, though, before passing it back.]
[They definitely deserve some cuddling.]
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[She knows that's not how it works, but she can be... let's say optimstic about it.]
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I'll have to down the whole bottle. Then another. And maybe whatever else you have here.
[There are some alcohols that work, but he demons at the bar seem to know which those are. Then there's the mead Thor had...but alas. Just another painful subject.]
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Drink as much as you want. I'm sure there will be enough leftover for me.
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[Bucky shakes his head, once.] There won't be.
Besides, I want to enjoy this with you. That's part of the idea.
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[She smiles very slightly, shrugging as she nestles closer.]
Feels like you're saying the quiet part out loud.
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[There's a single, dry chuckle.]
[Bucky wraps an arm around Natasha.]
Not all of it. [He felt the ultimate quiet part was how terrified he was to wake up and find her just gone one day.]
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[She snuggles closer, though, pressing her cheek against his shoulder before she takes the bottle of whiskey from him.]
Aside from the obvious.
Wrap? Unless we have an idea where else this is going?
[Not be miserable together. Or let his thoughts run into morbid darkness. They're just drinking. That's all.]