. (hourglasss) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-06-11 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes (mcu), natasha romanoff (mcu) |
Who: Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff
What: They really like laying around and talking about their feelings.
When: Laaaate night.
Where: Bucky's place.
Rating: Medium! Will update if need be.
They'd started the evening by laying around in the yard, watching the sun sink down and the moon slowly displace it. They may have stayed in the yard even longer, even once things started to heat up, if Natasha had not eventually put a firm veto on the goat staring at them from its pen. And even once they'd gone inside, they'd left the lights on, they'd left the door to his bedroom open, they'd left the door to the front of the house unlocked, even. (Well - there was no real need to lock it in Starklandia anyway, but still. Both Natasha and Bucky were very emphatic about the symbolism of things, the gesture behind it. What it meant to know that the door could be left unlocked.)
It still felt foreign. Almost an edge of something unsettling in it, even though this particular kind of unsettled had its roots in fears that had nothing left to hook onto, not anymore. And it was the kind of unsettled that Natasha wanted to be. She wanted to play through it, to enjoy the change, the difference, to notice that it was there.
Generally when something was normal, people didn't spend a lot of time thinking about the normalcy of it. It passed unnoticed. But it was all she was thinking, laying next to him in bed and busying herself by curling and uncurling a strand of his hair around her finger lazily. Marveling at the quietness of it, the expanse of time stretching out in front of them. No urgency. And the light. Even the artificial kind - it mattered, it made a difference. Even with all the other trappings that had come up recently, even if she'd assured him over and over again she was fine - this felt real, and new, and important. "I'm glad we came inside," she said, bending her head to drop a kiss at the top of his shoulder. "Your goat is very clearly holding a grudge."