She doesn’t really know him. No, don’t get her wrong, she did her research. She knows of him (who doesn’t?). Whatever information can be put onto pages, whatever information SHIELD has in their databases that they deemed to be important enough to transcribe. Is that, however, enough to know a man? Dry facts and dates, how he lived and how he died. She might know a lot and yet she knows nothing at all. And this impotence doesn’t really suit her, not when she’s supposed to work with him. He, however, is painting quite a picture himself, one that can never be found in those pages she studied. Ancient sort of heartache it must be; one she’s not sure she will ever be able to grasp. To understand. And right now? She’s not really planning on it. “You were a soldier, Rogers. Tell me, does a man with no reason to live makes for a good partner in war?” She’s not the enemy, doesn’t want to be seen as one by those she’s supposed to be fighting side by side with. But at the same time she’s no friend of theirs either. Didn’t learn to craft those kind of bonds yet save for one man to whom she owes all of this. Be it a blessing or a curse, Natasha’s yet to find out. “You might not need me, but if we’re in this together, i need you.” A hard thing to say out loud, but is this not how teamwork works? One must be able to trust the other, but their paths are now lined by something that’s the furthest thing from that.
he’s been stupid enough to not read her whole file, stupid enough to only ask for what mattered. for he knows just looking into green eyes that she’s read his, her gaze makes cold gnaw at his spine, it feels like she already knows him, at least she thinks she knows him. for he knows what’s in his file, it’s not the truth, the file says the army trusted him, the file says that they were excited to have him, the file says bucky was the only one to die. but the terrible truth is that he did die too, that he sacrificed himself for the world, that he made the decision to die. there are consequences when you take your chance to die, especially when you fail to do so. glance is given, head slightly shaking before a huff passes his lips, ❛ i am not yearning for death if that is your question. i would also never put your life in danger. i think that makes me a good partner in war. but we are not at war, are we agent romanoff ? ❜ there is a war they say, a war he’s not sure he was built for because he doesn’t know how to fight a war where the enemy is invisible, when it’s all through codes && numbers. is it a war if no blood is shed ? steve is afraid to be too old to have any kind of answer for this question, he’s scared to say he doesn’t understand this world. as she speaks, he hears weakness riddling her words, he hears truth && he finds himself being ashamed of the harshness of his tone, it’s not her fault, whatever happened to him, it’s not her fault. ❛ i’m sorry. you’re right, you need to trust me. you’ll see that you can, i hope i’ll come to trust you too. ❜ && the smile he offers her is far from being the usual sunny one but it’s a start.
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