It seemed impossible that only a few short hours ago, they'd been entangled in each other's arms, warm beneath her blankets. Now, they were stilted and cool, both of them pretending they didn't hurt as much as they did. She recognized the signs, at least. It was a game she'd been playing all of her life.
She started to inform him that she wasn't his damned secretary, and that if he wanted Stark to know where he was going, that he should tell him his own damned self, but she bit her tongue against the hot retort. Natalia had resumed her seat before Bucky spoke again, and this time, the words made her hands still.
"...that's not true," she finally answered, looking up at him softly. "You're still the same man you were before, nothing's changed." God, if only that were the truth. "But...take the time you need, James. I'll...I'll be all right." What choice did she even have?
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She started to inform him that she wasn't his damned secretary, and that if he wanted Stark to know where he was going, that he should tell him his own damned self, but she bit her tongue against the hot retort. Natalia had resumed her seat before Bucky spoke again, and this time, the words made her hands still.
"...that's not true," she finally answered, looking up at him softly. "You're still the same man you were before, nothing's changed." God, if only that were the truth. "But...take the time you need, James. I'll...I'll be all right." What choice did she even have?