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001 wakanda

There's peace in Wakanda. Bucky had spent a little while under the ice while Shuri figured out a way to work on his deprogramming and while it's been a painful process, it's a necessary one and he's glad for all her work on the tangled knot that's HYDRA and the mess inside his brain. It's all wired incorrectly, a bomb that never went off but still needs to be defused, and he's scared every time she goes in there that something will go wrong and he'll attack her; it hasn't happened yet.

When he isn't working with her or Ayo, he has a little hut to himself where there are goats and sometimes children come visit him to see the curious white man who has taken up on the fringes of Wakandan society. Steve has visited a few times but when they announce a visitor this time, it's apparently not Steve. They're still at the palace being received, though, so Bucky takes the time to tidy up where he's been staying as much as he can one-handed; he's neat by nature but he also isn't used to having company come by either.

Who could it be? Sam? Sharon? Bucky isn't sure who would come to visit him aside from those two and Steve. Tony Stark certainly wouldn't and he isn't sure the Wakandan government would even let him in. Would Wanda come to see him? He's not certain. He imagines she's in hiding the same as he is, trying to avoid the Sokovia Accords and their inevitable consequences on her. It seems she's suffering more from them than anyone else, even himself, so he doesn't think she'd risk coming to see him.

He catalogs the other people he knows and he comes up with Natasha. He's got a strange history with her. He's shot her twice while the Winter Soldier but curiously, both times, he'd shot her non-fatally. It's almost as if he'd known that she needed to live even if he didn't know her and that's not what the Winter Soldier does. He doesn't leave loose ends. He kills whoever is necessary, even an innocent bystander, and Natasha has been actively opposing him both times he's encountered her. Even when he'd been activated by Zemo he'd attacked her but didn't take her down. There's something in him that protects her and he wonders why that is and always has. He doesn't know why she'd visit him but he wouldn't turn it down, either, so when he hears someone at the door he calls for them to come inside.

"Come in, I'm not busy." He's just finishing up wiping down a counter in what counts for his kitchen and when he comes into view of the visitor, he sees that it is Natasha. Curious.

"Hi."

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It’s easy to settle in next to him, natural, like they had never stopped doing this from any amount of time. She closes her eyes and listens to his breath a hand resting on his chest just melting there.

“Hm? What do you mean by contraband bring expertise?” She asks curiously.

"Oh, you know, in the war I was always getting shit that should have cost entirely too much money or shouldn't be available at all," Bucky says, grinning at her.

"You know how much a pair of stockings went for in 1943? I was rolling in money before I shipped out. Had my own little black market deals running. That's how I had condoms when all of them got shipped off to the Army for the morale."

Bucky thinks for a moment. "Shit. I didn't use one. That was fucking stupid of me."

Natasha loves learning about the things he did before he knew her. Sure she'd heard some from Steve in the past but it wasn't the same. This was all different and it was amusing for her. It was similar to how he used to sneak her gifts in the room as well and that makes her smile.

Then he gets nervous and she reaches a hand up to comb through his hair.

"Don't worry about it -- the Red Room made sure that would never be a worry again, for every girl that came through there." She says it softly, trying to keep her composure, not letting it bother her -- it didn't most of the time, but it was still awkward to mention.

"That's...awful," Bucky says, eyes soft with concern. He hadn't known that about Widows but it makes sense, given what they do and how they have to do it sometimes. He wonders if the him from before worried about her whenever she had to do those kinds of things and while she's stroking his hair, he decides to just ask.

"Was I worried whenever you had to do missions that involved potentially having sex with a mark? Or jealous? I just feel like I would have been afraid for you," he says.

It's easy to tell him these things, share these parts with him and she just runs her fingers through his hair a little more. She tips her head up to look at him when he asks that and gives him a smile.

"You were always worried about me, even though you always told me you knew I was capable. It wasn't that you were afraid I wasn't good enough, just that you were afraid for me..." she trails off giving him a soft smile.

"I don't think I ever noticed you feeling jealous though, so if you did you hid it well. Mostly concern, and a desire to go cut off the heads of any men who made me feel bad. Even if you couldn't do that."

"Yeah, I don't think I would be jealous. We do what we have to do," Bucky says. "And it wasn't chosen. Being afraid makes sense, though, and so does being protective. That's how I feel now. I don't want you to ever have to be that vulnerable with someone again. I know you're good at your job but there's a different kind of vulnerability when someone is having sex with you."

He sighs a little and runs his fingers down her skin.

"I can't help but worry."

She can't help but let herself melt into him a little bit when he says that. There's feelings there, more then she could have remembered and she nods leaning in to give him a soft gentle kiss.

"Don't worry, I don't do missions like that anymore," she reassures him hand coming back down from his hair to stroke over his cheek.

"Now I just tease them that they think they can get that far and instead slit their throats."

"Good. Guys like that deserve it," Bucky says. He doesn't like to say anyone deserves death but they do. Men who take advantage of women always deserve what they dish out.

"I'll worry because I'm me but I'll worry less because I know how capable you are at what you do."

She strokes a thumb over his cheek, it's easy to fall into that. He's sweet, and it's been a long time since anyone was worried about her safety and not just the mission or whatever what was involved.

"Well it'll just have to be more motivation, for you to get out there with me. Always can use someone to have my back you know, especially if it means, I get to get good dick after."

Bucky laughs at that, soft and warm. "Is that what I am? Good dick? I'll have to add that to my resume."

He's not sure what his resume looks like at this point in his life but he's pretty sure it's mostly to do with murder and infiltration and less about his skills in bed.

"What's some other things I've got?"

“Oh you’re definitely good at giving dick — also at eating me out — that was pretty great,” she says before giving his lips a soft kiss reassuring him.

“You’ve also got soft eyes, and warm, amazing arms that fit around me perfect- and pretty god damn good skills in movie marathons.”

"Man, all these specific skills. I never knew I was so good at all those things," Bucky says. He tightens his arms around her, though, because he wants to hold her close. He feels good knowing that she likes sex with him because he doesn't have a lot of practice on that front (recently, anyway) so at least he's on the right track there.

"Good enough at dick and eating out that you'll keep coming to visit me, I hope? Because it gets real lonely out here, Natasha. It's just me and the goats."

“You’re good at hitting targets, it’s no wonder you’re good at making women orgasm - or me anyways, fuck if I care if you’re good at other women…” she can’t help but tease him as she lets him pull her closer.

“Babe, I’d keep coming to see you no matter what — I just went on a mess of a mission to Siberia to get you that damn file,” she says nuzzling into his neck. “I promise I’ll keep coming by.”

Bucky nuzzles against her and laughs softly at his ability to hit targets being translated to making women come. Maybe that's accurate but he doesn't think those things are exactly the same skillset.

"I know you'll come back. It's just that I never get to have anything good in my life, you know? So I'm scared you won't come back."

“We can stay in touch, call you whenever I can, and try to make it down here more often…” she wants to tell him she can stay, but she can’t long term, there’s a lot of messes involved in what’s going on outside Wakanda and it’s not practical.

“I came for you before you even really knew who I was, didn’t I? I’m not giving up, James”

"Yeah. Maybe I need to get back into the world," Bucky says. "Maybe it's time for me to just...get back out there and do something about all these problems."

He doesn't know if he's ready for that, though. He doesn't know if he's ready to be a soldier again.

“Hey, not until you’re ready okay?” She reassures him tucking herself impossibly closer if there was any way to do it. “When you’re ready we will explore together but until then I’ll keep stoping by, maybe even teach you how to have phone sex…” she teases the end trying to get him to relax a bit, she doesn’t want to pressure him and the joke is an attempt at walking that back.

“I promise I’ll come as often as I can okay? I missed the shit out of you when I was in Russia last time too, it’s not just you”

Bucky huffs a laugh at the offer for phone sex. "You wouldn't survive phone sex with me. You'd get on a plane immediately and come back for my alleged good dick."

Still, it's good that Natasha seems to support him taking care of himself for a little while before getting back out in the field. He thinks it's probably the best for him, too.

"You'll always come back for me?"

The absolute giggle that rocks over Natasha’s body has her clinging to him and kicking one leg back in absolute amusement.

“Well it’s a good thing I know how to fly a plane if you’re gonna be that good at it, and here I thought I’d be teaching…”

She thinks about giving him a demanding kiss but then Bucky softens. He’s asking the far more intimate question and she pulls back just enough to look him in the eye.

“Always, James. You’re the love of my life, no matter what, me and you babe.”

"Good. As long as it isn't just my dick you come back for," he says softly. "But I don't mind that you like it, either. It feels...good, you know? To know I'm good at something."

Bucky knows he's good at a lot of things but hearing he's good in bed does a lot for a bruised ego.

"Me and you forever," he promises. "Until the end."

“Come on, you know it’s not just for the sex…” she laughs at that but considers rolling him over to lay more on him but instead just drapes a thigh over him and stenches out an arm.

“Do I seem like the type of girl who could stay with a guy just for sex ? I’m much more picky then just looking for a great dick, god I just forgot how much I liked sex until today”

"Well, if I reminded you much you like sex, you must have been completely bereft," Bucky says, laughing at that. Natasha can have whoever she wants whenever she wants them - man or woman - so the fact that she's hopeless for him stuns him a little.

"Surely you had other opportunities than the one-armed goat herder in Wakanda, yeah?"

“What can I say, you get your heart stolen and it’s hard to get over it — “ a pause before she grins and adds “same thing goes for an expert dicking.”

“But yes, lord knows there have been many and women who have tried to get me to sleep with them, most didn’t try the — what if we just shower naked nothing else”

Bucky rolls his eyes at that. "Look, it was just going to be a shower, okay? I didn't think we'd go any further but, you know. I'm not upset at the outcome either. I think we're good together."

Maybe he doesn't remember everything but maybe he never has to remember it either. She seems to like what she has.

"You're the one who wanted my dick."

She might have come to him because she loved him already, but she’s happy here with James, in his arms.

“You know, I’m never going to let you live it down so you might as well accept the fact that I’m going to tease you about it.”

She presses a couple kisses to his lips and smiles at him. “I will however admit that I was a sure thing for you the second I showed up at your hut.”

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