semi-colon abusedaria234November 26 2016, 23:32:04 UTC
Bucky pores over the notebook, the newspaper clippings of the Winter Soldier's kills, turning the pages slowly, careful not to tear the aged paper; he's not sure why he's being so delicate -- what does he think would happen if he ripped these words, these faded photographs, in two?
Natasha walks in, wearing his T-shirt, and he hides the notebook but not fast enough; he doesn't look at her, but he waits for a reminder, for unwanted comfort, for another round of that cold logical "Not your fault" that Steve and Sam give him daily.
Instead, Natasha leaves the room; he looks at the door as he hears her steps, and she comes in a minute later, places a hot mug of tea on the desk, and walks back out without a word; he takes a sip, grateful, and lets the heat fill his mouth.
RE: semi-colon abuseceleste9November 27 2016, 00:53:55 UTC
Oh, that's perfect! I absolutely love how Natasha knows how to support him without hovering and just instinctively knows what he needs. Also, clothes-sharing gets me every time, lol. Thank you!
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Natasha walks in, wearing his T-shirt, and he hides the notebook but not fast enough; he doesn't look at her, but he waits for a reminder, for unwanted comfort, for another round of that cold logical "Not your fault" that Steve and Sam give him daily.
Instead, Natasha leaves the room; he looks at the door as he hears her steps, and she comes in a minute later, places a hot mug of tea on the desk, and walks back out without a word; he takes a sip, grateful, and lets the heat fill his mouth.
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Thank you!
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