She stuck her tongue out at him, clinging gratefully to this sense of familiar, to lighthearted teasing. Because he may not know everything about her, but he still has the instincts to know exactly what she needs.
"Whiskey works for now," she answered, getting up and joining him, bringing the bottle with her. She didn't want vodka. Not tonight. It brought old memories too close to the surface.
He touches his glass to hers. "I'll drink to that."
He nurses his drink after that, refills her glass almost twice as much as his own. It's not a solution, but if there is one, he doesn't know it. He just hopes she'll sleep tonight. All he can do is wake her up when reality bleeds into her dreams.
"Yes, well, I'd have hated to disappoint you," she counters, drinking it down, silently grateful that he won't be condescending about this, or judgmental. Or give voice to any of the other harsher opinions her own mind has already circled around. "Then again, they didn't want us for much fighting this time around. Mostly recon."
"Oh god. Not that. Anything but that." Her tone is dry and she slides her glass over for a refill. "I thought you said Steve filled you in on the details? I know pretty much what he knows. We all discussed what to do with each other before we made out decision."
She hesitates, then inclines her head. "Although I was a little surprised when he came to the same conclusion as I had."
Bucky grins at her and re-fills her glass. He supposes that's true, though Natasha thinks in ways Steve doesn't. Which is why, yeah, he was a little surprised too. Steve could have gone either way.
"I guess it's not the choice Captain America would have made. It's not clean." There's no judgement in the statement. He just doesn't know how else to put it. He sinks a little in his chair and cards his fingers through his hair. "It's solid strategy. Dropping bombs to win wars..." The last bit is almost too low to hear, spoken against the rim of his glass before he knocks the whole thing back.
She comes around the counter at that, stepping up behind him where he's slouched on his chair, wrapping her arms about his shoulders as she leans against him.
"War is never clean," she murmurs quietly against his hair, giving him a light squeeze. "Not back home. Not here."
"Maybe." The answer comes with a quirk of her lips as she leans her cheek against the side of his head, soaking up his warmth, the solid strength of him. Something she really needs right now.
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"You're imagining things."
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Bucky sets two glasses on the counter top. "Pick your poison. I brought over some whiskey, figured you had five kinds of vodka already."
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"There is no face."
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"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
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"I suppose here's to coming back in one piece." Which was about the only thing she felt like celebrating this mission for.
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He nurses his drink after that, refills her glass almost twice as much as his own. It's not a solution, but if there is one, he doesn't know it. He just hopes she'll sleep tonight. All he can do is wake her up when reality bleeds into her dreams.
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He takes another swallow of his drink. "Learn anything interesting?"
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She hesitates, then inclines her head. "Although I was a little surprised when he came to the same conclusion as I had."
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"I guess it's not the choice Captain America would have made. It's not clean." There's no judgement in the statement. He just doesn't know how else to put it. He sinks a little in his chair and cards his fingers through his hair. "It's solid strategy. Dropping bombs to win wars..." The last bit is almost too low to hear, spoken against the rim of his glass before he knocks the whole thing back.
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"War is never clean," she murmurs quietly against his hair, giving him a light squeeze. "Not back home. Not here."
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And anyway, this isn't about him. He reaches up to close his hand around her wrist, squeezing gently.
"Ain't that the truth. So, you ever gonna believe me when I say you're not a bad person, for what you did?"
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"It helps, just to hear that you think it."
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"Then I'll tell you all the time. Who you are now matters."