Bucky Barnes (bleedtowin) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2016-03-13 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes, natasha romanoff |
Who: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff
What: Walking, talking. Very Exciting Stuff.
Where: Capitol.
When: Backdated to right after the party of revolution.
Rating: Probably low, but likely mentions of typical terrible stuff.
There were too many people with too many minds and too many opinions for the whole thing to not slip over the edge of chaos, now and then. No one was in the exact same place about anything. There was anger here, resignation there, desperation on someone else, all of it sitting different - too heavy on some, practically vibrating on someone else. Bucky said his piece, made his offers, but mostly he just listened. He was an outsider in a way that Peggy was, that Tony's formerly voiceless Avox was. Whatever their misery, whatever their regrets or wishes - they weren't going to watch their names come out of the Reaping. They weren't getting sent back in. They weren't there with the right to urgency as the rest of them. Neither was Tony, but it was different for Stark. He was hosting, controlling, managing. Tony was always going to belong in the room he owned, and he owned most rooms he was in.
Bucky stayed until it wound down, until the arguments started to turn into a circle and the tentative plan get talked around the same points they'd already touched, and then Bucky gave it up as everyone started to scatter into smaller sets to talk. He spent a few more minutes talking, but Bucky knew there wasn't much left he could say. He felt hemmed in by the house - no matter how roomy and inviting, and when Steve headed for Tony, Bucky just headed for the door. He could still catch the train back to 8 tonight and not have to stay in the Capitol, but he wasn't sure he would. Moo would be fine until morning, and he could just get a room, crash in the Capitol away from everyone else maybe. Be restless in the alone of it for a while.
He had no real agenda for the moment though, aside from outside when he caught a familiar flash of red hair and realized he wasn't the first one who'd had this idea. Bucky was actually shocked most of them stayed this long and no one got hit yet. They were all edgy.
For all that he and Natasha had been talking before, being friends, Bucky thought, he hadn't tried to speak to her again, or go near her. He'd felt too raw with everything - and too guilty over the stupid fucking books. He'd thought it was just a thing they both liked, not something she did because he liked it. A shared affection for his tiny rebellion, but it had made her remember Capitol clients and things she didn't like, instead of making her laugh the way it had done for him. He'd never have wanted to do that to anyone, and Bucky didn't know how to apologize without bringing it up more. So he'd just thought he'd leave her alone. But she was outside in the chill and they'd both seen each other. So not saying anything wasn't ... polite, it was snubbing. Which he didn't want to do either.
Fuck, life was easier when he didn't talk to anyone without having to. Not better, but easier.
Bucky slipped his hands into his pockets, hesitating one more moment and then walking over. "Hey," he greeted, quiet and inane. "We should do this every couple of weeks," he added, just because when he had nothing to say, Bucky seemed to say terrible shit lately. "Then no one will miss each other when the Quell hits." Because a few more meetings like this and they'd all want each other dead probably.