Bucky Barnes (bleedtowin) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2016-01-04 13:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes, natasha romanoff |
Who: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff
What: A brief narrative, and then a package.
When: Sometime after Steve accidentally tries to matchmake them over texts, before Peggy's visit.
There had been something circling Bucky's head for days. That wasn't a new feeling. Bucky had chunks of missing time after his Games, from the middle of them. Sometimes they ate at him in little flashes and a gnawing sense of something approaching before he'd be doing something stupid and innocuous and it'd come back to him.
This didn't feel like that though. It nagged and niggled, but it didn't have a sense of foreboding.
When he finally remembered, it was the middle of the night, after Clint's dumbass mooing got him out of bed. Bucky hadn't been sleeping anyway, so he just got up to make coffee.
It came back to him. Coffee. It's a deal, she'd said. She'd been just a kid, and so was he. She'd had a dress that looked like water that Bucky knew now someone made her wear, and he'd touched her hair and kissed her goodbye while she looked too cold to be outside, but like she'd wanted to be cold more than she wanted to be inside where the rest of the Capitol was.
He'd never asked Tony about the damn coffee, just assumed it'd been him. But it hadn't. Natasha sent it to him. She'd done him a favor long before he'd ever done a damn thing for her, and Bucky hadn't remembered. Most of the days before the Arena were flashes and haze to him. He remembered his interview, because he'd seen clips so many times. He remembered how badly his costume had itched at the parade. But Bucky hadn't remembered the one good moment in the midst of it all.
Dammit. Natasha knew what his head was like, so she probably didn't hold the holes in it against him. But Bucky should have held on to that, somehow.
He stewed on it for a while, remembering the conversation they'd had, running it back in his mind.
The next day he sent her a package, in it was his jacket, and a brief note.
Natasha,
I didn't remember. I'm sorry. It came back to me the other night. I don't know why I forgot. Wish I hadn't. I thought the coffee must have been Tony. I should have asked.
Thank you. It meant a lot to me in there. I don't know if it showed, I don't remember it right, either. But it did, even if I didn't understand.
- Bucky