Who: Bucky and Nat Where: House When: Saturday night Why: Lot to talk about What: Confessions Status: Complete Rating: N/A
It felt like Bucky hadn't seen Natasha in weeks, despite sharing the same house together. Truth be told, he was avoiding her somewhat. But with the arrival of Bruce, Bucky felt slightly threaten. So he would make sure to spend more time in that house, than out training until he passed out on the beach somewhere. With the night air being cool, he would take the chance to shower and change into his sleep clothes, which was just a pair of sweats and nothing more. Slowly his frame came to take a rest on the couch.
The lights would be shut off as he came to rest his head in his hands, as thoughts ran through his mind as usual. Images of a life stole from him. Her. Them. Day by day he was struggling with telling her the truth. Telling her what she was desperate to know. Bucky himself wasn't so sure why he had been so adamant in not telling her anything. Perhaps because deep down he felt Nat deserved better than him. And this was his way of giving her that chance.