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"I'm going to kill her after all of this is over." Said matter-of-factly, in between bites of cheap fried chicken and sesame bun. And she absolutely meant it. That yellow-haired bitch had signed her death warrant with that betrayal. Green eyes were flat, unforgiving. "I owe her that."

The offer of the jacuzzi tub perked her ears, however, and she nodded thanks. "Might take you up on that." Although the question of clean clothes was one she'd have to answer...later. It was a problem easily rectified, if she had enough time, a solid internet connection, and a laptop. "Although I'll have to borrow a shirt for a day or so, if you'd be so kind."

Then she asked, "...how's your shoulder?"

"Hurts when it rains," Bucky says. "Or after a long day. Or if I've been shooting anything heavier than a Sig or a Glock. I'll live, though. I did live. That's good enough for me."

They're at a stoplight now so he can look at her while they wait a bit. "I'll get you in the room with her so you can kill her, you know. You watch my back, I'll watch yours. That's always been our rule. We might have been working for the opposite teams but we never...I could have killed you a half dozen times. Never could do it."

You should have. She didn't say it. Just stared down at the floorboard, wondering not for the first time if this had really been her only option. Right before the light turned again, she glanced up with a tiny smile, saying, "Not the gift most girls dream about, but then I'm not like most girls, am I, James?"

The light turned green and the big truck began to roll again. She unintentionally thought about the times she'd spared his life, and opted not to bring it up. Something had kept the both of them from taking down the other; she'd never been able to fully explain it.

Finally, Natalia said, "...I'm sorry, you know. For bringing you into this." She reached over and placed a small hand on his thigh, in turn. "I really didn't have anywhere else to go."

"I know. I know I bitch about it and I'm going to keep bitching about it because those guys you worked for are relentless but even if the Marshals didn't want to let you have protection, I'd have done it on my own. I wouldn't have left you with nothing. I've got your back. I always had it, even when it wasn't...even when I wasn't supposed to."

Bucky covers her hand and squeezes it a little. "But I'm gonna moan about buying you clothes and cooking for two and having to stay in my fucking house for months on end. So be prepared for that. It's not as exciting when there's not government secrets at the end of the rainbow. This is going to be boring. It'll be paint drying for you. It was paint drying for me when I first got out and I had a job and a wife. We'll have to play Scrabble in Russian or something."

Natalia rolled her eyes to his whining, letting him squeeze her fingers but pulling her hand away, nevertheless. "Da, thank you for making me feel so much better about it, James." She snorted softly. "You don't have to buy me anything. I have plenty of money, trust me." It was just a matter of getting to it.

"And I know how to cook, so stop your bitching. You're not the prisoner, here. You're free to come and go as you please." She quirked a saturnine eyebrow his way. "You do remember that I'm a Soviet-trained assassin, right? I don't need you babysitting me twenty-four-seven."

"Yeah, and those assassins nearly damn killed you," Bucky points out. He eases the truck into a left turn and goes further out, away from the city and into houses that are further spaced and gently rolling hills. Hell of a lot different from Downstate, to be sure, and what Bucky had thought he wanted. Now he doesn't know what he wants.

"So forgive me if I'm a little paranoid. You want me to protect you, you gotta let me do it. You've got a weapon and I'll get you some knives but I'm not letting you out until I can be sure they're not out here. They know me in this community. People will miss me. They don't know who you are and you could be knocked off without anyone noticing. Just...give me some time first, okay?"

"You've always been paranoid," she pointed out with a small huff. It was one of the traits which had made him such a good operative, back then. Sitting back in the seat, she gazed out of the window at the softly rolling hills, idly wondering just how far into the back of beyond they were actually going.

"I wasn't arguing," Natalia added, trying to placate a bit. "I've already agreed to just follow your lead, so if you want me to stay boarded up in your cage, then that's what I'll do." ...until she sensed it was safe to push on, of course. "If anyone asks, just tell them I'm your crazy niece, expelled from collage due to being drunk and disorderly."

She had to laugh, shaking her head lightly. "I'll stay home and inside, detoxing or something. A broody social recluse."

"You're not my niece," Bucky says, violently shifting from first to third without easing it in. "You're not young enough to be my niece unless I look that bad at my age."

There's a little grey here and there but for the most part, he looks his age - or so he thought. Maybe it's just a dig and not an actual suggestion. He realizes he doesn't actually know how old she is and he can't trust the paperwork because spies, by nature, lie. He's used to doing it and selling every identity under the sun. Deep down, he was still Bucky, but all the same he was Vassily and Dmitri and Jean-Marc and all those other men too. To sell it, you have to be it.

His driveway is long and he thanks god it hasn't rained since his damn dog is barreling straight at the truck to say hello to him. "Colt, this is Natalia, Natalia, this is Colt. Sometimes he listens to commands and sometimes he doesn't."

The transmission gave off a screech of protest, and Natalia almost commented on it, but the dark thundercloud suddenly making its way across James's face gave her pause. Then she realized that he was offended at her insinuation that he was old. It was all she could do to keep from spluttering aloud. Which would, no doubt, have him pouting about for the next day or so.

She chewed on her lower lip all the way up the long graveled drive, absently pulling the pins from the wig and tossing it in the back seat, shaking out russet curls as the truck finally ground to a stop. Rather than apologize, or say anything to coddle a bruised ego, the redhead instead opened the door and slid out just in time to meet the wiggling ball of tan and black fur that barreled around the house, barking its head off and wagging like a fiend.

Immediately surrounded by the hyper fluff, Natalia laughed and held out her hand for a introductory sniff, then instantly began to rub silky furred ears, grinning right back. "Hi, Colt, aren't you a gorgeous boy? Da, you certainly are! So young, and handsome, just the prettiest boy there ever was, huh?" She carefully didn't glance over at her sulking jailer as she baby-talked the huge canine, but her lips were quirked and eyes sparkling with wicked amusement.

"He is the prettiest boy," Bucky agrees, laughing a little. "He's gonna be happy to have someone to play with all the time. I'm gone so much that he never sees me and now he's gonna have me and a pretty girl. He's gonna be beside himself."

At least Natalia likes dogs and won't be pissed when Colt meanders his way back into the house. Like it or not, dogs smell like dogs, and it just comes with the territory. She'd been all about Colt when he was a puppy - it's just when the puppy became a dog that she started taking issues.

"You gotta stay on property but you can come out. I've got some land and there's horses out in the back. If you like to ride, they're both good, and they need the exercise. I'm not going back into the office for a while, not until I'm sure you're relatively safe, but when I do you're not going to be left without something to entertain you."

So. Her beautiful Jean-Marc had retired and now lived...on a farm. She straightened from petting the dog to gaze around, inexperienced eye taking in the natural beauty of the landscape. She'd never really been out of the city before; this promised to be an experience, all the way around.

"Horses and dogs," she mused, spying the barn out behind the house. "I would have never guessed, Jean-Marc." And arched a sly eyebrow his way. But followed along when he headed inside, unlocking the door and ushering her into the house.

Nicely furnished, dark woods and tasteful furniture throughout, although she figured his ex-wife had taken her share when she'd moved out. Glimpses through doorways revealed a bright kitchen, dining room, and den, with a long hallway leading further in, presumably to the bedrooms and baths.

"Nice," she remarked, running a hand along the back of the dark leather couch. "A little too neat, but then you've always been a clean freak, da?" For some reason, the air was getting a little too close in here; Natalia felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck begin to prickle.

"Your Jean-Marc decided he didn't want to change names like he changes suits anymore," Bucky says. It's not harsh, though. It's hard to be harsh when Natalia is in his space and touching his things. There's tension in his belly, low, and he knows what kind of tension it is because it's always there when he's around her. It's why they've never killed one another, why they'd always fallen into bed instead of eliminating the threat each posed. They never helped each other, no, but there were chances to eliminate a rival that they didn't take.

"My Alexia is a redhead, your Jean-Marc moved to the country - things change, I guess." He leans against the wall right where the hallway begins, just watching her in his space. It's a good feeling, seeing this woman in his house.

"My bedroom is all the way in the back at the end of the hall. You have to go through it to get to the master bath. Should be towels in there and the top drawer of my chest of drawers has the kind of shirts you like. I still wear them."

She made a soft sound of agreement, still wandering slowly around the living room, letting her fingertips trail over things here and there. He mentioned Alexia, and she had to smile, though it was a bit rueful. "Alexia...I'd almost forgotten her." She'd been so many other people...just as he had been. Never once had they really been themselves, until now. And she had no idea what was going to happen, now that they were.

Her peregrinations brought her back around again, and Natalia paused just out of immediate reach; out of habit, not out of any sort of trepidation. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, the very personification of dangerous nonchalance, and she knew far better than to think him at ease, or casual. No, he felt it, just as she did.

That low, thrumming pull that had always been present between them, no matter the circumstance. The tidal yearning which had seen them crashing together not out of violence, but out of passion, desire. And even after five long, almost unbearable years, it was still here. God.

"...some things don't change," Natalia heard herself murmur, eyes never leaving his. "...do they, James?" She dimly heard him offer a bath and other necessities, but she was more or less rooted to the floor in that specific spot; her feet simply wouldn't listen when she urged them to move.

"They don't," Bucky says softly. It's a bad idea. It's the worst idea in a long list of terrible ideas he could come up with and even if she's not formally in WITSEC and he's not really guarding her for those reasons, it's illegal to fuck his witness. Still, she's gorgeous and strung up tight just like he is and he wants.

"I want you."

He just comes out and says it because there's no point in denying it or trying to hide it. It's up to her to say yes or no but he knows she can read it off him; a stoned bartender at Applebee's could tell he wanted her. Hope can only go part of the way, though, and if she doesn't want it, that's where it ends.

No other man alive had the power to affect her like he did. From the moment they'd clashed together in Budapest, ages ago now, she'd been drawn to him, like a magnet to a lodestone. Moth to a flame. And he to her. Ironic, wasn't it, and of course Fate was an absolute bitch, especially in their case.

Then James threw that gauntlet down right at her feet; blunt, direct, and absolute. I want you. And God in heaven, but she wanted him right back. Ached for him, in point of fact. Her grip tightened on the back of the couch, if only to keep her from bolting right out of the door and vanishing - suicide if it had ever existed.

Her breath quickened, gaze sharpened, and lips parted; Natalia fancied she could even see that invisible wire between them, snapped tight and quivering. Did he yearn for her as she did for him? Did he crave her touch, her taste, her scent, every hour of the day and all through the night? Seeing him in front of her now, all but vibrating with the coiled tension beneath that dusky skin, Natalia thought that he might.

She licked her lips. Slow, deliberate.

And took a soft but deep breath. Lifted her chin. Met those beautiful Nordic eyes. Gave him her answer. The answer which would never change, never change.

"I'm yours."

Fuck.

He knew what the answer would be before he issued the challenge but he hadn't expected such a quick response. He's only had her back in his life for a few hours and the fire between them is just as catching as it's always been. All he wants is her. All he's ever wanted is her. It had never been enough in back alleys and dirty flats. It'd never been enough in tight spaces when they should have been killing one another.

There's a tic in his jaw when he's wired up tight and goddamn is he tight right now. He unhooks his holster and drops it to the floor, the Sig loud and heavy, and he yanks at his shirt buttons without much care as to where they go.

"Come back with me," he says, scooping the Sig off the floor to bring it back with him. His goddamn luck, he'd get murdered by his own weapon while he was fucking Natalia.

She was more than willing to follow anywhere he led. When Bucky straightened with his gun in hand, she'd already crossed the four steps between them and was eagerly reaching upwards, winding her arms around his neck to immediately pull his mouth down to hers. Natalia kissed him hard, almost desperate, lips scraping over teeth and wanton little whimpers escaping from her mouth to his.

This was insanity, but it was theirs, and she wanted it. Wanted him. Now, and forever. They'd burned the other into themselves, and that fire ached to be stoked, to blaze into an inferno, more than willing to engulf them both. She clutched his head, holding him against her, and was absolutely still agile enough to use his broad shoulders for leverage to spring upwards, wrapping strong legs around his waist.

"...da," she breathed against his lips, coiling her tongue with his before kissing him again. And again. And again. As if she were dying of thirst and only the taste of his mouth could save her. "--yes...please..."

Bucky barely has time to slide the harness back over his left arm before Natalia is jumping him, legs wrapping around his waist like she's some kind of gymnast. He's seen what she can do - she is a gymnast, not some facsimile of it.

The kiss is rough and desperate. He hasn't seen her in five years and hasn't been with a woman in a year and a half. She's been indelible on his soul since he met her and no one could hold a candle to Natalia after. No one could before. He blindly walks them down the hall to his bedroom and kisses her deep before dropping her on the bed to get his clothes off. Buttons fly from his shirt, he yanks his tank top so hard he stretches the neck of it. The Sig goes to the floor with the Glock and when he's working on his pants, he starts unstrapping knives. It seems like it takes forever to get naked, to drop off the trappings of the job, but when he does he just looks at her for a moment.

"Nobody's ever gotten me like you."

She landed flat of her back sideways across his bed, somewhere in the house, but Natalia didn't stay there for long. Even before Bucky straightened to work on ripping away his clothing - and weaponry; she didn't miss the hardware that clattered to the floor as the layers peeled away - she was surging up herself, pulling the thin t-shirt over her head and flinging it aside.

The jeans she'd been given were too big, and the belt they'd offered wasn't much better, but at least all she had to do was unbuckle the latter to skin out of them, leaving her in nothing more than off-white cotton around her hips, a few new scars and marks marring pale, pale skin. A high flush stained her throat, feathering down over the tops of full breasts, heaving slightly with her panted breaths.

She'd just started to reach for him when James paused, gazing at her like a lion might a gazelle, and Natalia felt her skin slowly begin to heat again, her lips parting on a soft breath with his blunt admission.

"No?" She had to smile, mouth tilting in her familiar little grin. Reaching for him again, the redhead stroked her hands over Bucky's hard chest, nearly whining at the feel of him once again. "...nobody's ever had me, James, but you."

No fucking way. It's something he can't wrap his head around right now, the idea that Natalia's never been with anyone but him when they've been all over the world and been every person under the sun. It just turns him on more to think she's only ever been under him, on top of him, screaming for him and he yanks her panties down in a smooth movement.

"Then I've got five years to make up for," he rumbles, sucking a dark mark on her neck while working two fingers between her legs. He's too turned on to waste time and he needs her now. He can go play later. "Get facedown on that bed so I can help you remember what it feels like to get fucked."

He knows it wont be the first time, no matter how imprudent it is, so they might as well accept it now.

Natalia let him yank the useless underwear down and off, falling back across the bed as they vanished down her legs. Then he was on her, sinful mouth attaching to her neck and sucking hard, making her back arch and her thighs part of their own accord, more than ready to welcome him back between them, where he belonged.

She hissed to his directive, however, the salacious recollection of their animalistic passion burning behind her eyes, but she shook her head, impudent, and dug her fingernails into the thick muscles in his back as she negated.

"Nyet," she told him, heated, grazing her teeth along the edge of his hard jaw. "Later. Right now, I want you this way, so I can see you while you fuck me, James."

A deceptively strong leg wound around his hip, curving sinuously, the other rolling her lower body upwards to tease him, inviting. Those fingernails slowly raked their way up the length of his back to tangle in his shaggy hair, forcing his lips to hers so she could lick her way into his mouth.

"Nyet? You've never said nyet to me before," Bucky teases. Still, he's of the same mind and he pushes her back against the bed, following so he can cover her and cage her in with his body. She's so small beneath him, so deceptively fragile, but he knows she can be deadly at a moment's notice.

It's part of the thrill, honestly.

He pushes his hips against her, teasing her, and works his mouth over her jaw and up to her earlobe to nip and suck for a moment. "How badly do you want me, Natalia? Do you like hearing that? Hearing Natalia? Knowing that I know your real name and who you are under all the layers?"

"First time for everything," she sassed right back, smirk a little wicked and voice gone husky. Pulling at him as he loomed over her, Natalia softly whined to his damnable teasing, tossing her head to scatter unkempt red curls across the rumpled bedspread. James' voice at her ear drilled right down to her loins, making her stomach clench and her hips buck.

"--you know how bad, you bastard," she managed to growl back at him, strong fingers tugging sharply at a handful of dark hair. But the sound of her own name in his Brooklyn-laced voice was its own powerful aphrodisiac, making her writhe even as she tried to press closer, to entice him exactly where she wanted him.

"Please..." It was a mewled plea, accompanied by a small hand snaking between them to grip and fondle his cock, a devilish tease. "I'm yours," she breathed beneath his ear, licking salt from his skin. "Then, now, and always, James...moya zvedza..."

Bucky pushes into her with a smooth stroke, hitting deep, and just stays there for a moment. It's as much a tease for him as he's sure it is for her but he wants to savor it a little in case it's a dream or it never happens again. He kisses Natalia's forehead, the tip of her nose, her full lips.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you? What you've always done to me? I'd have defected if you'd asked," he says, withdrawing before pushing in even harder than before. Maybe there'd be time for slow and sweet some other day but right now, it's going to be a clash of feelings and emotions boiling over.

"I'd have gone HYDRA for you. I'd have done anything to have you. Had to get out after that round in my shoulder, though, and it killed me every damn day."

Natalia hissed a sharp breath, feeling him slide inside, streettcchhiing her completely full and then some. He wasn't small, and she was, for intents and purposes, petite. But God, wasn't it the best feeling she'd ever, ever felt? Her fingernails dug into his back, strong legs coiled around his thick hips, and she moaned, returning his kisses with almost lazy grace.

But he couldn't tell her that. Couldn't insist what she meant to him, lest their weakness get them both killed. Or worse. She clenched around him when he shoved back into her, seemingly determined to fuck all of their frustrations right out and away. "Nyet," she managed to pant, shaking her head.

"No--James," Natalia insisted, winding around him like a noose. "You were--out. You--were safe." Although dying a little more each and every day, just as she had been. Her head dug into the bedspread beneath her, baring her pale throat, lashes fluttering closed as he worked in her. "You have--me now, malyutka...take--me...God, please-!"

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