Who:The Winter Sol Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff Where: The armory When: Let's backdate this to her arrival What: She has information he's interested in Rating/warning: TBD
The last thing Bucky remembered was falling to his death. Occasionally, he could still close his eyes and see it. He could hear the wind howling as he fell, see Steve reaching for him... his voice cut off by the sound of the wind, the train and Bucky's own heart. It was terrifying. A nightmare he had slowly been learning to accept thanks to Clara talking him through it. The idea that he no longer had a place in Steve's life was made bearable by the knowledge that Steve was okay. The fact that he wasn't needed was a good thing. Steve would be okay without him. If one of them had to die in that damn war better it was Bucky than Steve. The world needed Captain America, after all, Bucky was simply a footnote.
Natasha, however, had changed all that. She seemed to know him and not from here. Not from this place but a time before all that. Bucky wasn't exactly sure what to make of it but it had to be a good thing, right? Why wouldn't it be? He'd survived somehow. He was alive and well and still kicking out there. He couldn't understand how, exactly. As Steve said, she was born sometime after he died. If he'd survived the fall and the war shouldn't he have all ready been older when they met? It was almost impossible for her to recognize him as he was now. Unsurprisingly, he didn't even think about the most obvious of answers. What Zoloft did to him still haunted him.