# 003 - Bullets and Ballerinas (Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanova, PG)
Title: Bullets and Ballerinas
Fandom: Marvel 616 (main continuity)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanova
Rating: PG
Word count: 288
Warnings: mentions of death and violence (nothing graphic)
Challenge: #003 Dancing
A/N Based mainly on the Winter Soldier ongoing as I still have a lot to catch up on with these two.
He beholds the grace of her movements while covering her with his sniper rifle. A cartwheel to evade a deadly bullet, a spinning kick to a guard's jaw, a split jump, almost impossible in its height... the moves of a martial artist, a gymnast, sometimes a ballerina...
He isn't joking when he says she could be an actual one, not just a puppet of the Red Room using that guise as cover. In a different life time she would perform for thousands and not just him and her soon to be victims. But this is the life they both share, partly through choice, partly through implausible coincidence. They both live with a conscience heavy with sins partly their own, partly not, but still theirs enough for them to feel their weight. She has redeemed herself, however, and he is just starting on that road.
He beholds her again. Now panting and surrounded by several men grovelling on the ground. Her unfortunate dance partners. He did not need to take even one shot. He remembers the time he was her mentor, her better, and it seems even farther than in reality. He's good, and he knows it, but she is exceptional. He feels proud to have been part of her training even though that was only partly him. What they built together back then is the only thing of worth from that grim time. Even more so, though, he is glad to have her at his side. A willing partner for the daily dance with death they have embarked upon. She smiles in his general direction. He smiles back even though, he knows she can't see it.
In the evening he'll have to take her for a proper dance...
Fandom: Marvel 616 (main continuity)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanova
Rating: PG
Word count: 288
Warnings: mentions of death and violence (nothing graphic)
Challenge: #003 Dancing
A/N Based mainly on the Winter Soldier ongoing as I still have a lot to catch up on with these two.
He beholds the grace of her movements while covering her with his sniper rifle. A cartwheel to evade a deadly bullet, a spinning kick to a guard's jaw, a split jump, almost impossible in its height... the moves of a martial artist, a gymnast, sometimes a ballerina...
He isn't joking when he says she could be an actual one, not just a puppet of the Red Room using that guise as cover. In a different life time she would perform for thousands and not just him and her soon to be victims. But this is the life they both share, partly through choice, partly through implausible coincidence. They both live with a conscience heavy with sins partly their own, partly not, but still theirs enough for them to feel their weight. She has redeemed herself, however, and he is just starting on that road.
He beholds her again. Now panting and surrounded by several men grovelling on the ground. Her unfortunate dance partners. He did not need to take even one shot. He remembers the time he was her mentor, her better, and it seems even farther than in reality. He's good, and he knows it, but she is exceptional. He feels proud to have been part of her training even though that was only partly him. What they built together back then is the only thing of worth from that grim time. Even more so, though, he is glad to have her at his side. A willing partner for the daily dance with death they have embarked upon. She smiles in his general direction. He smiles back even though, he knows she can't see it.
In the evening he'll have to take her for a proper dance...