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"Depends on how big the goldfish is," Bucky says, mulling over the response for a moment. "I've been thinking about getting Rebecca a P-U-P-P-Y but I don't know if she's old enough. Maybe I should wait a little longer."

Rebecca scrunches up her face again and pushes against Bucky's knee because he's sat down on the floor. "Daddy? What for me?" She doesn't have lots of vocabulary but she's getting there since she started preschool and he has to be careful.

"Surprise, Becca. Don't want to ruin it. What do you think, Miss Rushman?"

Natalia watched the little girl clamber into her father's lap and plunk there as if she belonged no where else, clutching Binky in her small hands and yammering happily to the stuffed animal. "I think...there's a little time, yet," she replied honestly, trying to imagine that particular household with the addition of another hyper baby. "Maybe next Christmas? Or next birthday?"

Natalia automatically began to gather up their used burger cartons and napkins, tidying up the glass-topped coffee table in her boss's office. A glance at her watch revealed it after six, but she knew Mr. Barnes would probably stay a bit longer, no doubt having more sketches to finish before heading home.

"I think I have a coloring book in my desk," she said to the little girl, "and some crayons, too. Want to look and see, Becca-Bug?"

Rebecca jumps at the opportunity offered by the coloring book and Bucky mouths a silent thank you at his assistant. He has more schematics to get through before he can go home for the night and taking time out to have dinner with his daughter means he has to stay even later than usual. It's nice to see her with someone female for once, though, and he wonders if he ought not bring her up here more often.

"I'll be done soon, I promise," he murmurs. "Just a few more things to wrap up before the Barnes clan can head back to Brooklyn for the night. The Manhattan's getting on me. Gotta get out of here."

She returned him a You're welcome, as well as a gentle smile, and shrugged as if to say it wasn't a problem. Truly, he could stay as long as he liked, because the longer he worked, the more time she had to spend with her child. Natalia and Rebecca ended up at the table in the outer office, each with a page from the coloring book and sharing the large box of crayons she'd procured just for this opportunity.

Natalia also noticed, that like her, Rebecca was left handed, and where most children typically just scribbled here and there, random splashes of color, the little girl was oh-so-careful with her coloring, slowly filling in the spaces completely before moving on to the next. She also chattered to herself as she worked, offering advice with a child's brilliant wisdom every now and then.

"Try this color, Miss Nattie," she said seriously, chubby fingers holding out a pale blue crayon. "It's pretty." Natalia took it, asking, "You like this color, Becca-Bug?" The little girl nodded. "Uh huh. Is my fav-or-it." Natalia smiled. "Mine, too." Mostly because it was almost the same shade as a certain engineer's eyes...eyes she'd begun to see in her restless sleep all to often these days.

"You color so nicely, Becca-Bug," Natalia told her, watching the little girl's face light right up. "Even better than me."

"Haveta be careful," Becca says sagely, moving on to the next part of the drawing. "Like Daddy." Becca sees her daddy draw things on the computer and with his hand and she doesn't know how to do that kind of drawing but she can do this kind and she likes it when he puts it on the board next to the door at home.

"Daddy doesna make any 'stakes," she adds. At least, not that she can see anyway. Bucky pokes his head out of the office and looks at the two of them, unable to keep from smiling.

"You ladies doing all right or do I need to hurry up and get out of here?"

"We colorin', Daddy," was the three year old's sage, serious answer. "Almos' finish." Natalia had more or less given up on coloring her page, preferring to just watch the little girl seated beside her. Her daughter. Her sweet, loving child. Sometimes it took every effort to keep from bursting into tears.

But her job still took precedence, thus she sat back slightly, glanced up and met her supervisor's gaze with a small smile. "Are you wanting to drive home yourself, Mr. Barnes? Or shall I have a car brought around for you?"

She'd be taking the train, herself, but the walk wasn't too far, from both stations.

"I'll drive myself," Bucky says, giving Natalia a little smile. "But thank you. And thank you for helping me out. Is there somewhere I can take you on the way? I don't mind going out of the way since you've helped me so much tonight."

He doesn't want her to take the train home by herself or take a car by herself if he can drive her himself. That's just the way he likes to do things.

"Don't mind givin' ya a lift," he says, grinning. "Don't mind it at all."

It was a terrible idea, letting him drive her home; professional distance, Natalia kept reminding herself. Remember professional distance?? She'd just shaken her head in negation and attempted to thank him for the offer but she'd be fine, she could walk, when Rebecca suddenly reached over to grab her hand and give it a tender little tug.

"Noooo, Miss Nattie!" the little girl insisted. "Come home wi' us, come home wi' us! Pweeese? You kin sweep in my bed, awl by yourswelf!" She tugged on Natalia's fingers a little more, shaking sable ringlets and blinking wide blue eyes up at her mother. "Wantchu to come pway wif mee!"

"Miss Natalie can't come home with us, Becca-bug," Bucky says ruefully. He'd love it, genuinely, but that crosses professional lines in a way that he's afraid will end up having legal repercussions. How could she say no to something like that? It could definitely have some terrible insinuations and make her uncomfortable.

"At least take a car home. I would have done it anyway. Charge it to the department's account, please? I want to make sure you get home safe. If I can't drive you myself, at least let me pay for the car to get you there. You got my daughter for me today and that was an extraordinary request. Let me give you something nice in return?"

Rebecca pouted a little, hearing that, but Natalia held the little girl's hands tight, lifting her small fingers up for a soft kiss. "Not tonight, Bug," she said gently. "But maybe one day this weekend you and I can go to the park, or maybe shopping? And get cookies and ice cream? How does that sound?" A little mollified, the small girl nodded, her lower lip still protruding enough to count. "Ok-ay, Miss Nattie. I guess so."

Her heart constricting, Natalia pulled the little girl into her lap and kissed her cheek, enveloping her in a gentle hug. "We'll have good time, just you and me, okay?" To Bucky, she said, "I wouldn't mind a lift home, if you're offering, sir. And I never mind spending time with this gorgeous girl, she's the most wonderful princess in the entire world." She hugged the girl close again, her cheek pressed to Rebecca's.

"Settled, then. I'll drop you by your place before we go home," Bucky says, flashing a grin at her. What work he has left is just going to have to hold over for tomorrow. He's been at Stark Tower for far too long today and he has to get his Becca-bug ready for bed and read her the required four bedtime stories before she goes to sleep.

"Where are you at? You in Manhattan? Don't break my heart and say something horrible like Queens or Staten Island."

He grins even wider and bites the corner of his lip, trying to see if the joke lands or not.

Natalia had to laugh as she gathered up their coloring instruments, placing everything back in its place neatly. "Oh, no, sir." She shook her head, then picked up Rebecca's overcoat to help the little girl into it. "I live in Bay Ridge, on Brooklyn's west side. Just a small studio apartment, but it's in a nice building, at least." Natalia smirked slightly. "Right across the street from Victoria's Secret and a good wine shop, so I'm covered." Her eyebrow arched slightly as she glanced at him through her lashes. "...relatively speaking."

She knew he was currently living in his parent's old brownstone over in Sheepshead Bay, a middle-upper class community that had grown exponentially over the past two decades or so. And had deliberately chosen the residence for herself; not too far, not too close. But situated just enough so she could keep an eye on her daughter...and her daughter's father, as it was turning out.

"That's...not too far out of your way, is it?"

"Oh, so you're practically on the way. Good to know you're a Brooklyn gal like we are. I would have been disappointed if you weren't, honestly, because we like you so much." Bucky grins at her again and motions for her to follow him. He'd driven in himself this morning so he has his own car and there's plenty of room for them all.

"I live in my parents' place. They're gone but I keep the place up, try to keep it in the style it was when we were kids. Feels like I'm home home, if that makes sense? This Stark stuff is too modern for me. I'm more of a comfy couch kind of guy, not clean lines and metal. At least outside of the office, anyway. Kinda have to go with the style here."

He's rambling, he knows, but he'll keep rambling in the face of her. He lifts Becca up. "Time to go."

She had his briefcase in one hand and her own satchel over the other shoulder, and the three of them rode the elevator down to the parking garage in companionable quiet. Rebecca was already yawning, her small head resting on her father's broad shoulder, and she whined a little when Bucky strapped her into her car seat.

Natalia situated the rest of their belongings on the opposite side, and slid into the passenger seat of her boss's nice SUV, saying as they exited the garage, "I think it's nice, that you still live in your childhood home. Someplace safe, and familiar." She gazed out of the darkly tinted window, watching the lights of New York slide by. "That's rare, these days."

A pause, then she added, quietly, "I don't even remember my parents."

"Foster kid?" Bucky asks, squinting a little as he tries to puzzle it out. He knows that happens, sometimes. He knows sometimes kids get lost in the system and never end up having a stable home and that they eventually age out and end up on their own. It makes him sad that Natalie might have been one of those kids and fiercely protective of her the way he is of Becca.

"Or something different? You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I know that's personal stuff." Becca is still babbling and chattering from the backseat and Bucky engages in a little of the back and forth, trying to fill the silence in case Natalie doesn't want to answer.

"Mmm, something like that." Natalia smiled briefly, but it was brittle. "I was...raised, for lack of a better word, in a girl's home. Very instutionalized, very structured. Sort of like...kiddy boot camp, I guess." She glanced at him briefly, then turned back to the window. "I definitely don't miss it, that's for sure."

Then she chuckled, and placed her left hand lightly on Bucky's arm. "You don't have to worry about a lawsuit, Mr. Barnes," Natalia told him. "I'm not going to press charges or sue you if you get a little...personal sometimes. I'm not a helpless little girl, I can take care of myself, promise."

She wanted him to be at his ease with her, not to trip over himself with everything he said. She knew better than to get involved, definitely, but by damn, she just couldn't help herself. The man was gorgeous, attractive in all the right ways, and wasn't even aware of it.

"And I like working for you," Natalia shrugged. "It's a good job, has great benefits, and I get to play with this little princess every once in a while." She smiled towards the backseat, playfully wrinkling her nose at Rebecca.

"Miss Natty! Miss Natty says Imma princess like you say, Daddy," Becca chirps and the worry in his brow about Natalie growing up in some sort of strict group home fades away. It still bothers him, deep down, but it's something she's come to terms with and it isn't helping anyone for him to brood about it.

He puts the car in drive and starts making his way to Natalie's place, occasionally taking a direction from his GPS. Not much of a distraction, though, because he's reasonably sure where that Victoria's Secret and wine shop are so he's got his bearings more or less.

"I had a problem I wanted to ask your help with if you don't mind," Bucky says. It's a weird way to phrase it, a problem, but maybe that'll make Natalie more inclined to help him out.

"Of course you're a princess, pretty girl," Natalia told Rebecca with a little laugh, reaching back and giving the girl's leg a gentle pinch. "The best princess, too." Rebecca giggled and flailed her feet, wiggling happily, and her mother turned back around to face the front with a soft sigh.

But her boss's question had her eyebrows lifting, because that was certainly an odd way to phrase something. Yet, she was his executive assistant; it was her responsibility to help out in whatever way she could. "Of course. I'll do whatever I can to help, Mr. Barnes."

"I just thought since I didn't have a date to the Gala, you might be able to help me. Of course, if you already have a date, I wouldn't want to impose. You should be able to go with anyone you want. I just don't have time to date anyone and so this is something I'd have to go to alone."

And it'd be embarrassing, considering how high up in the company he is. Still, nothing would look wrong about him coming with his secretary, would it? He doesn't think so. Even if he's attracted to her.

"No obligations, no strings. Just...that."

Her brow furrowed slightly, but then she remembered. Yes, the semi-annual Charity Gala, one of Stark's whirlwind fundraising parties was scheduled for the following weekend. And her boss didn't have a date. Nor did she, because honestly she'd just intended to wear something demure and unobtrusive, and blend in with the servitors while keeping an eye on her child's father.

But since he asked... "I...don't, actually." Natalia chuckled lightly. "As if you ever give me time to have a social life, Mr. Barnes." Which didn't bother her in the least. "But at least all those hours save me from sitting in a corner at some random bar like the rest of the pathetic single women in this city." She laughed again, lightly.

"So, sure. I'll go with you. And even take notes, since I'm positive Stark will have all of the dignitaries on the guest list, and they're going to want to talk shop before everyone's soused."

"Notes? That sounds terrible. And they should probably talk to Ms. Potts if they ever want to talk to Mr. Stark," Bucky points out. "She's the one who coordinates his whole life, not him, and it'd be more reliable that way. I'm hoping I can at least get one dance. Otherwise I wouldn't need a date, would I?"

Becca pipes up about dancing like a princess and Bucky laughs. "That's right, Bug. Miss Natalie is going to dress up like a princess and go to a ball with Daddy. She won't be the prettiest princess, though. That's always going to be you."

This time, she laughed outright. "No, silly. You're the Head of Design and Development, Mr. Barnes. They'll be courting you, since they all know they don't have a prayer of getting to Mr. Stark." Her eyebrow went up curiously, however. "I didn't realize you knew how to dance. That'll be...interesting."

Natalia shook her head in amusement at the banter between father and daughter, but he was right, in any case. "The krasivaya printsessa," she agreed, glancing over her shoulder at the little girl. Then she glanced out of the passenger window. "Oh, here's my street. And that's my building, right there."

Bucky swings around and drops her off. He'd walk her up to the door, normally, but with Becca in the car and fading fast, he needs to get home to put her to bed. She'll probably be asleep by the time they pull in their drive and he's not wrong; it's nothing to lift her up and put her to bed.

It's not that long until the Gala and when the time comes around, he's not shocked that Natalie has already ordered his tux. He'd gotten a suite in the hotel so they could get dressed and, frankly, so he could stumble up drunk after the party.

"Thanks for coming with me," Bucky says, smiling at her as they get ready to leave the office. "Means a lot."

"You're welcome," she replied, adjusting the collar of her long coat as the elevator doors slid open. She'd already had their bags couriered over to The Grand, to save them the hassle of lugging them from Stark Tower over to the hotel. And it seemed almost impossible that tonight was the night of the Gala; it'd only been a week and a half since she'd agreed to accompany her boss to the party.

The last few days had flown by, however; with not one but two new tech designs premiering this past week. The usual schedule was one or two a month, but James Barnes and his team of talented artists had broken the mold yet again and put the finishing touches on two gigantic projects, resulting in an even bigger reason to celebrate other than the charity fundraiser.

That meant, of course, that the past week and a half had consisted of sometimes fourteen hour days, a metric ton of overtime for staff and engineers alike, and a battleship's worth of tension on the Development floor, as nerves frayed and tempers shortened to almost invisible lengths. But through it all, Natalia had done her absolute best to ensure that her boss's days ran smoothly; triaging his schedule as much as she could to help him keep hold of his sanity. A few late evening dinners with her krasivaya printsessa had assisted to that goal, and it was always good to see a genuine smile on James Barnes' expressive face.

But now, the work was done, it was time to leave the office behind and embrace a little revelry, although Natalia had an idea that the evening was just going to be champagne, boring conversation, and looking decorative. Well, that was fine, too.

"Everything's waiting at the hotel," she reported as they descended to the parking garage. "Hogan's giving us a lift, and we'll have plenty of time to get ready before the Gala actually starts."

"What would I do without you?" Bucky asks, utterly guileless, and he gives her what he hopes is a dazzling smile. It's been a long week for everyone and he knows there's been times when he hasn't been at his best; he must have snapped at someone at least once even if his memory doesn't recall it right now.

"I'm looking forward to a night where I can actually...I don't know. Let go a little. Not too much, I don't want to make an ass of myself because I'm still representing the company, but drinking something stronger than apple juice is a rarity in my life."

His coffee is strong enough to walk off but champagne is a different kind of high. He touches his hand to Natalie's shoulder before they get into the car. She's so tiny, next to him, and his hand looks oversized against her delicate body.

"Thank you. Again. For everything you do."

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