[There's no network response to the message. What's the point? Instead, a few moments later there's a knock on the door before it opens quietly. Natasha stands in to aperture, leaning against the the wall for a moment.]
You know, Sam, I have a single. You could have just dropped by.
[It's not a real complaint, and it's not a question.
She figures he'll tell her if he wants her to know why they're drinking.]
[ There are no glasses. Sam's sitting on the floor, back against the bed. One knee drawn up, the other legs stretched out. He's no really looking towards Natasha, just staring into the middle distance. He looks a bit worse than he did in the simulation room, perhaps - something Natasha can easily clock where others couldn't. Sam's poker face is impressive after all. But it holds no candle to her. Naturally.
He just holds out the bottle in silent invitation.
This is not the happy kind of drinking, clearly. ]
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You know, Sam, I have a single. You could have just dropped by.
[It's not a real complaint, and it's not a question.
She figures he'll tell her if he wants her to know why they're drinking.]
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[ There are no glasses. Sam's sitting on the floor, back against the bed. One knee drawn up, the other legs stretched out. He's no really looking towards Natasha, just staring into the middle distance. He looks a bit worse than he did in the simulation room, perhaps - something Natasha can easily clock where others couldn't. Sam's poker face is impressive after all. But it holds no candle to her. Naturally.
He just holds out the bottle in silent invitation.
This is not the happy kind of drinking, clearly. ]
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[No, Natasha suspected it wasn't the happy kind of drinking from the photo and the text.
She takes the bottle and sits down on the bet, giving Sam's free hand a gentle rub, a little physical proof that she's there next to him.
After a conservative swig, she passes the bottle back to Sam.]
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[ It's a joke. He values his life enough not to push Natasha's buttons that hard. She's not Bucky, who Sam just fails to be scared of period.
He takes the bottle back and takes a longer pull from it. His eyes are still a million miles away. Then he offers: ]
Couple months ago the orbs reactivated Bucky's trigger words when he changed his regret. He can be activated again.
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Her lips tighten.
She supposes the drinking makes sense in that case, though the timing doesn't exactly follow. If it was a couple of months ago, why now?]
But someone would have to have the words for that, they'd need the notebook. Unless Zemo pops up next month, how likely is that to happen?