[And now starts a game of chicken, because they both have to be aware the second they let Steve know it's even a possibility he's going to realize they've been sleeping together. From there, it is a natural jump Steve would think more was happening than actually was. It could make things awkward regardless of Steve's interest, or lack of, in a threesome.]
[Bucky just sips his current mug of hot chocolate.]
I'm good with that. It's on the table. For the future.
[Which also puts actual asking on the table. It's an interesting prospect. Hard for Steve to get the wrong idea, to get too excited and think things were more serious or more committed than they are when you find out about the whole arrangement because you're invited to a threesome.
Natasha shakes her head.
Somehow, she's actually considering inviting Captain America to a threesome.]
[Natasha smiles over the rim of her cup. She means it, though. She's not about to get sappy over it, but it's nice to hear Bucky admit to having a fantasy or two, a desire of his own.
When you're sleeping with someone you'd like to think you could some a thing for them from time to time.]
[But there wasn't much left to it, but to be teased mercilessly.]
[There's a level of gratitude, that she would even think to say anything on his behalf, even if it wasn't for him, and yet, at the same time....]
It's okay if he thinks of me as a threat. If he's prepared. [Pause. Very heavy pause as he looks down at his mug.] In fact, it might be safest if he did.
[His eyes lift to Natasha's.] If most people did.
[Did he want to be one? No. Did he want to be seen as one? No. Was he under any illusions in Hell, though? Also no.]
[He sighs, licks his lips and his eyes wander away for a second. He hadn't told anyone, for obvious reasons. But she had confided in him, perhaps it was time he told someone. Why not her?]
I shouldn't be a threat, anymore. But when we were infested with those Mares. [Yeah, he's looking at the table again.]
[Natasha crosses her arms, presenting the image of five feet three inches of stubborn resolve.]
That could happen to anyone. We're in Hell. Whether or not it's the real thing, you're not the only one with monsters in their head that could be let out. That's not even touching on things that could make people act outside of their normal personality.
[He goes more serious, instantly.] There are these words. Since they're part of my nightmares, the Mares knew them. They said them.
They shouldn't even work anymore. Not after Wakanda. Shuri helped me. Fixed me. Gave me control again. But this place is that powerful. [His nightmares, his fears, are that powerful. And he's aware of how much trust he's just given her.]
[Some of that Natasha already knows. Not the details. Nothing so exact. But the broad strokes—she's heard some of it from Steve, seem some of the video.
She saw him after his time in Wakanda, which spoke volumes itself.]
I know that it is, but you're not saying anything that disputes my point. If you lose control, it will be because of an outside influence.
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[And now starts a game of chicken, because they both have to be aware the second they let Steve know it's even a possibility he's going to realize they've been sleeping together. From there, it is a natural jump Steve would think more was happening than actually was. It could make things awkward regardless of Steve's interest, or lack of, in a threesome.]
[Bucky just sips his current mug of hot chocolate.]
I'm good with that. It's on the table. For the future.
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[Which also puts actual asking on the table. It's an interesting prospect. Hard for Steve to get the wrong idea, to get too excited and think things were more serious or more committed than they are when you find out about the whole arrangement because you're invited to a threesome.
Natasha shakes her head.
Somehow, she's actually considering inviting Captain America to a threesome.]
And as far as fantasies go... it's not a bad one.
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[Bucky wouldn't invite Captain America to a threesome. Now, his childhood friend, that was another thing. Stubborn jackass he could be.]
[He does almost choke on his hot chocolate to her words.]
I guess. [Yeah, his eyes aren't meeting hers at the moment.]
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[Natasha smiles over the rim of her cup. She means it, though. She's not about to get sappy over it, but it's nice to hear Bucky admit to having a fantasy or two, a desire of his own.
When you're sleeping with someone you'd like to think you could some a thing for them from time to time.]
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[That was just a very, very long time ago. So maybe he's a little shy.]
[Time to get control over this conversation. He's allowed it to be about something they might not even do long enough.]
So, was Fitz okay? [And he doesn't mean physically. He won't ask for details, he doesn't want them.]
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[Though he's probably right about it winding down.
And she was going to have to go this direction eventually.]
He was concerned. I tried to set him straight on some of the details—that it's not necessary to consider you an active threat.
[That's not the end of it, though, is it?]
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[But there wasn't much left to it, but to be teased mercilessly.]
[There's a level of gratitude, that she would even think to say anything on his behalf, even if it wasn't for him, and yet, at the same time....]
It's okay if he thinks of me as a threat. If he's prepared. [Pause. Very heavy pause as he looks down at his mug.] In fact, it might be safest if he did.
[His eyes lift to Natasha's.] If most people did.
[Did he want to be one? No. Did he want to be seen as one? No. Was he under any illusions in Hell, though? Also no.]
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[Which is more in question now than it might have been previously, but that's an angle Natasha is still working.]
Believe me. This is a conversation worth having.
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[He sighs, licks his lips and his eyes wander away for a second. He hadn't told anyone, for obvious reasons. But she had confided in him, perhaps it was time he told someone. Why not her?]
I shouldn't be a threat, anymore. But when we were infested with those Mares. [Yeah, he's looking at the table again.]
I was the Winter Soldier. Again.
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That could happen to anyone. We're in Hell. Whether or not it's the real thing, you're not the only one with monsters in their head that could be let out. That's not even touching on things that could make people act outside of their normal personality.
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There needs to be a way to stop me.
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[At least that's something. She still doesn't back down.]
But having someone ready to put you down if you step out of line while we're sparring isn't going to accomplish anything.
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It won't just happen while we're sparring.
[He goes more serious, instantly.] There are these words. Since they're part of my nightmares, the Mares knew them. They said them.
They shouldn't even work anymore. Not after Wakanda. Shuri helped me. Fixed me. Gave me control again. But this place is that powerful. [His nightmares, his fears, are that powerful. And he's aware of how much trust he's just given her.]
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She saw him after his time in Wakanda, which spoke volumes itself.]
I know that it is, but you're not saying anything that disputes my point. If you lose control, it will be because of an outside influence.
I consider that not an active threat.
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Then you understand I'm no threat in the middle of a spar. I'm not going to just randomly go off. [He manages a little smirk.]
As long as you don't bite.
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I believe that. Wouldn't be there if I didn't.
[She's not that reckless. Probably.]
I make no promises about biting, though.
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At least if you bite, the results won't be destructive. Just have to call the spar off early.
[His mug is long forgotten, and he's just staring at her, watching her movements, her face, her eyes. Maybe that conversation with Fitz ran too long.]
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[Obviously she doesn't want them to stop.]
Now that I know the effect it has on you.
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So, to alert me when you're ready for other things, then?
We can probably wrap this one up pretty quickly too.
[She answers his smirk, her chin rising a tick in a playful challenge.]
Yes, agreed, or ftb they go off to have fun
[His chin rises in response.]
that's also good
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[He gives her a teasing smirk. Regardless of her, or his, intentions, his mind keeps going back to where the whole conversation with Fitz put it.]
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ftb?
For sure, assuming they ever stop flirting
They never stop
Yeah, no kidding
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ftb?