I can't for the life of me remember the name of that place in Midtown we used to talk about. Sully's? Sunny's? It was just milkshakes and french fries.
No, it's not. I know it's the middle of the night, but I could go for a home cooked meal. We had Denny's one night and if you haven't had the pleasure, I can tell you it doesn't count.
[In a room, naked. She doesn't step away when he steps closer to her, but she does reach out to push his hair away from his face with a small smile on her face.]
[ His hands go to her hips easily to pull her a little closer as they kiss. Trying too hard really is kind of his thing when it comes to seduction techniques, but only because he's the kind of guy who will do a lot to make someone smile, especially at his own expense. ]
you had a feedback error in one of the cctvs over the garage.
[ natasha sits at the modest kitchen table, back straight, paused ponderously half-way through eating a pastry on a small white ceramic plate. she texts again. ]
[ she didn't detect a permeating threat, more like— ]
what, not who. cables starting to wear down. i replaced two of them, damage is repaired.
[ her fingers pick at the pastry, and it flakes beautifully, golden and light. she tears a piece away, the layers crisp on the outside, with a fragrant fruit filling. it hits her lips again and she closes her eyes, wisps of memories whirling softly near. she can't quite name them, but they seem... close. silk and satin and warm and sweet and drifting by her fingertips.
rare meals shared and stolen. ribbons on ballet slippers... ]
why did you buy the apple strudel again? neither one of us eats too many desserts.
[ Taste and smell can trigger memories. He remembers how it had helped him fill some of the holes in his own mind. ]
guess it was calling to me. figured you might like some, too.
[ Bucky wants to believe that it's just wear and tear on the camera, but he's too paranoid to trust it these days. Even if he's not quite as on the run as he used to be, there are still a lot of dangerous people out there who's be more than happy to control him and quite a few who'd want to take him down and that's before he factors in any of her enemies lurking around. ]
I might have a new job if you're feeling up to it.
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it was Sal's.
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damn good milkshakes, though.
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[ Just like that, Bucky's ready to indulge him. ]
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I told you it was a party!
[ He laughs and leans into her space a little, definitely tipsy somehow. ]
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[In a room, naked. She doesn't step away when he steps closer to her, but she does reach out to push his hair away from his face with a small smile on her face.]
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[ And he's just going to ham it up right now because he can. ]
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[He's a total ham, but Skye likes that about him. Skye moves her hand from his hair to slide it down his arm instead, stepping closer to him now.]
Was this all just a ruse to get me here? Because I'm getting the feeling it was.
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[ He leans in just short of a kiss. ]
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[Hand coming back up, Skye rests it against the nape of his neck and leans up to close the distance.]
But only because it's you.
[And then she's kissing him. Gentle at first, but he's already got her excited with his appearance, and the kiss becomes needy quickly.]
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And I'm roguishly charming?
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who died? NOT HER.
[ natasha sits at the modest kitchen table, back straight, paused ponderously half-way through eating a pastry on a small white ceramic plate. she texts again. ]
i fixed it. shouldn't happen again.
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[ He has a few guesses, but he'll need to sweep the whole area for bugs again just in case. ]
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what, not who. cables starting to wear down. i replaced two of them, damage is repaired.
[ her fingers pick at the pastry, and it flakes beautifully, golden and light. she tears a piece away, the layers crisp on the outside, with a fragrant fruit filling. it hits her lips again and she closes her eyes, wisps of memories whirling softly near. she can't quite name them, but they seem... close. silk and satin and warm and sweet and drifting by her fingertips.
rare meals shared and stolen.
ribbons on ballet slippers... ]
why did you buy the apple strudel again?
neither one of us eats too many desserts.
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guess it was calling to me. figured you might like some, too.
[ Bucky wants to believe that it's just wear and tear on the camera, but he's too paranoid to trust it these days. Even if he's not quite as on the run as he used to be, there are still a lot of dangerous people out there who's be more than happy to control him and quite a few who'd want to take him down and that's before he factors in any of her enemies lurking around. ]
I might have a new job if you're feeling up to it.
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i'm up for it.
idk el nysa or dup setting?? or just modern day and they met in wwii?? IDK
let's go with dup for this!
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