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[onlyapassenger]

True as it is that Bucky Barnes has been trained within an inch of his life, neither the brass at home nor the Brits overseas had anything to say about what to do upon waking up without a stitch of clothing to call his own, sandwiched between a nice looking dame and a detached robotic arm. There's a stiffness to his muscles he can't account for, a

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[widowskiss]

In spite of everything - the shock of it, the madness she's awoken to, the knife in his hand - the first thing Natalia does is arch a brow, sitting up slowly in sheets still tangled. "Nazi," she repeats, bare breast puffing in useless irritation.

How bad, she wonders. How bad will it be this time? The last time the powers at work on this island saw fit to alter James he'd come back to her with ruined knuckles and a bruised heart. Now he stands before her as smooth and freshfaced as a child, if no less deadly for his youth.

And he doesn't know her.

"I am not a Nazi," she says. "James." She wants to worry at her lip. It's a tell, one she'd hide from all but James, but she finds she must reach for that armor yet again. "Please, I'm a friend."

[onlyapassenger]

In spite of his words, his attention is immediately drawn to the swell of her breasts, his eyes widening a little, even as his grip around the knife tightens. It's not the first time he's seen a naked broad -- it's not even the first time he's seen one in person -- but she's of a different breed than the nurses and sweet English girls he's been with in the past. Older and more exotic than he's used to, there's a danger about her that's exciting to him, the strangeness and potential trouble of their present circumstances only adding to her mystique, and though he knows better, he stares at her longer than he ought to, his gaze shameless, the barest hint of a blush coloring youthful cheeks as, at last, he tears his eyes away, forcing himself to focus once more on his surroundings.

But nothing about what's happened since awakening moments prior has made any sense, and what she's just said only adds to his overall confusion, leaving him with only one response that isn't fight or flight: "Prove it."

[widowskiss]

The look on his face is startling, an unguarded wonder in his eyes that Natalia finds hurts her to witness. He's never been anything less than open about his feelings for her, nor she with him, but it's been long, long years since he first crawled into her bed, a lifetime since he looked at her like she was something new. For all that they'd seen and done, they'd been nearly as young as James appears now when their courtship began, the both of them lost to the whims of higher machinations and reaching for the only thing that could remind them they were still human

[onlyapassenger]

That she knows both his given name and Steve's is a point in her favor all on its own, but turning his back on a potential enemy is a rookie mistake Bucky's not inclined to make, especially since he's already made a few without so much as realizing it. And so, though he heads towards the indicated window, he's careful to keep his attention partially on the strange woman, just in case. True to what she's told him, however, he can make out another dwelling through the trees; whether Steve's actually inside it -- and whether he's in any condition to confirm anything -- remains to be seen, but it's proof enough that Bucky lowers the knife, if only a little.

"All right," he says slowly, his every word steeped in suspicion. "If you're such a friend, then why don'tcha tell me what the heck's going on? Where am I? Who are you?" Thrusting his free hand towards the bed, he adds, "And what's with the crazy arm, huh?"

[noninhezer]

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