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They’re not all photos of myself
What else are they of then?
Random things I like
You like things other than bourbon?
I’m a woman with secrets
It's all about finding the calm in the chaos
Do you live by that mantra often?
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12 December 2015 — TW: MENTIONS OF DARK THEMES AT END
Frisco, Colorado.
“For old time’s sake.” He says, a certain softness in his eyes. “Will you dance with me?”
She hasn’t seen him in three years. Neither of them had spoken to each other since. She didn’t think she’d run into him at some local bar on vacation. Countless times she had drafted up texts to see how he was doing and to say that she was sorry for everything that she had done, but she was never brave enough. She still wasn’t.
Her hesitation pokes at heart, though he understands. As he goes to retract his hand, her hand falls into it.
“Okay.” She says. They move to the center of the bar where couples had already joined in. He places his hands on her waist, holding her close. She still smells like vanilla, her hair is brighter. She still looks sad, her eyes are darker.
Her arms wrap around his neck, she tries to avoid eye contact. He looks the same, better even. He has a scruff now and he feels as warm as ever.
“You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey, you’re as sweet as strawberry wine,” He whispers into her ear, singing along to the song that plays softly in the bar. His voice is low as he attempts to keep himself quiet, just wanting her to hear as though they were sharing secrets. “You’re as warm as a glass of brandy. And honey, I stayed stoned on your love all the time.”
He picks up one her hands and intertwines it with his, keeping the hold close to his heart. She moves to hide her face in the nape of his neck, eyes closing.
This was how he chose to remember her. On her better days, she was a loving, ambitious, and gentle woman. Despite everything that had happened, he never blamed her for leaving him, just as she never blamed him for wanting to leave. He never faulted her for what happened during and after their relationship. He knew that it wasn’t her, but instead the conditions that she had been forced to survive under. He had loved her every second, a part of him believes that he still does and forever will.
He had always been caring and patient. There were so many times were he had to coax her to unlock the bathroom door and let him in, times where he had to sit by her for hours and convince her to go outside for a walk because she hadn’t gone outside for four days, times where he skipped out on work to make sure that she’d be alive when he got home.
Their time together had gone downhill at an awfully fast pace, but he would have never traded it to be with anyone else. At times, he would blame himself for not being able to help her how he wished he could and hated how useless he felt. All he knew how to do was love her and though she never told him, it was all she needed from him.
Lifting her head from his shoulder, she admires him silently. In her mind, she’s speaking to him and it feels as though he understands every word with how he looks at her.
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes say.
“It’s okay. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” His eyes dart back and forth, studying every inch of her face.
“I love you.”
“I love you forever.”
The music stops and he feels her let go.
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Steve scans the pages of the file in front of him again. Something about the way they left this specific scene is jumping out at him, it’s oddly familiar, he just can’t seem to figure out why. He hasn’t slept since they landed, there’s just too much to do. He’d like to get home as soon as possible. The lack of sleep is starting to cloud his judgement, making contenting the lines harder than usual.
He sets the pages down on the hotel bed, leans back against the head board, and rubs at his eyes. All of their weapons were from the late eighties, a few from nineteen ninety one, it was something he’d seen before. But where?
He pulls out his phone and dials Jensen’s number, completely forgetting the time difference, and the fact that he’s never called her before.
The phone rings three times before there’s a voice on the other line. “Hey, are you busy?” He asked, glancing down at the papers again.
Jensen had called it an early night, even though she had lied awake for a few hours before actually falling asleep. She was barely drifting off, a light snore coming filling the room before it was accompanied by the sound of her phone ringing.
She waits, seeing if whoever was calling would just end the call. The woman doesn’t move from her spot, tucked away in her blankets. But, when the sound of her ringtone continues, she finally waves her hand over to pick up her phone. Squinting, she reads the called ID.
“Steve?” She questions, her voice groggy, lacking her usual tone of bitterness. “I was sleeping, but I’m not anymore.”
Turning, Jensen looks to read the time. It’s way too early for her to be awake. “Why? What’s wrong?” She asks, sitting up.
Steve cringes a bit at the mention of her sleeping, he hadn’t meant to wake her up. The matter he was calling her about could’ve waited for the morning, he had just wanted to get it done as soon as possible, to see if maybe -just maybe it would give them a better lead.
It was just after half past six his time, so if his math was right, it was on its way to being one in the morning back in New York City.
“I’m okay, everything’s fine here. I was just going to ask a question, but I can call you back in the morning.” He shuffles the papers around on the bed, looking for a specific one he’d looked at a bit earlier in the night to look at it with refreshed eyes.
“I’ll call you back, okay? You should go back to sleep.” He sounds a bit distracted, but polite as ever. He finds the paper he was looking for, a ballistics report on a few of the bullets left behind at the first robbery. He sits up in the bed, suddenly. He’ll have to talk to Nat about it when she wakes.
“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not like I’ll be able to go back to sleep anyways.” She explains. “What’s your question?”
Turning over, she goes to grab her laptop, turning it on. Besides her sat a file of papers, something that she had been reading and working and didn’t have the energy to put away.
Being woken up in wasn’t something she was fond of, nonetheless in the middle of the night. Although, something about it being Steve made her less angry.
Jensen’s mind wanders to the possibilities of what he could ask her. She didn’t know a thing about what was going on, why the Avengers were in Geneva. She figured that what he had to ask would connect to that, so she readies herself with her technology.
Steve thinks for a moment, picking up his own laptop -one Stark had given him and insisted he use while they were in Geneva. Emails were easier for mission related things as opposed to texting or phone calls, he could admit.
“Could you send me all the files Stark has on Bucky from nineteen-eighty-five to nineteen-ninety-two? I don’t have them with me, but I want to check something out.” He asked, pressing the power button to the laptop.
As he waited for the On screen to pop up, he shuffled the papers around again, looking at pictures taken of the damage at the first robbery. It was curious, definitely. A coincidence, maybe.
“You can send them to my account in Stark’s system.” He added, though he probably didn’t have to. It was her job after all, he just wasn’t sure how the protocol for computer transactions went beyond him and the rest of the team. The internet was helpful, but it was also very confusing to navigate for him.
As he spoke, her fingers were flying at an unbelievable pace across her keyboards. Her phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder, the blue light of the laptop screen on her face.
“Bucky?” Jensen repeats, her eyes wandering to the window as she took a moment to think. “Is he a connection into whatever’s going on?” Reaching for a pen, she writes down the years nineteen-eighty-five and nineteen-ninety-two on her hand.
She hears papers on the other end of the line and notes his tired voice. He seemed like the type of person to work himself to exhaustion.
“You should be getting them now. I’ll let Stark know I sent them to you too so I don’t have to ask permission before hand.” Jensen pauses and her line goes quiet for a few seconds. “Is there anything else you’re able or willing to tell me?” Being in the dark about everything was getting to her.
Steve could hear her typing from his end of the conversation, quick little clicking sounds. He watched as the Home Screen popped up on his own laptop and clicked on the communications hub, where all his emails from Stark industries went.
“I’m not sure, definitely not anything he’s done since we got him back. It honestly is probably nothing, I just wanted to rule out all the possibilities.” He explains, pulling up the files she’d sent to him on his laptop and looking through the oldest ones, deciding he’d work his way backwards.
“I’ll let Tony know you helped while off the clock, so he can make sure it’s added to your payroll.” He added, wanting to make sure she’d be paid for the work she’d put in to help him out.
“I can’t really say much more about the mission, sorry. How are things at the tower though?” He’d only really been in contact with Bucky and her since they’d left, but he hoped everyone was doing alright.
“It’s fine, all I did was press a few buttons and send you an email. You don’t have to tell him anything.” Jensen says, moving her laptop off her lap.
A wave of faint disappointment washes over her when he tells her he can’t disclose any more information. She felt a little useless, not pulling her weight in the events.
“I figured, don’t be sorry.” A hand runs through her red locks, then holding her phone as she switches hands. “It’s been alright, quiet. Not much for me to do as of right now. I did see Bucky and a cat though. That was interesting.”
Picking up the papers to her side, her eyes attempt to focus on the words as she uses the light from her computer to read. “How’s Geneva? You sound a little tired.”
“Sending me files off the clock in the middle of the night is going above the call of duty, I’ll make sure you get paid for you work.” He states, not willing to listen to her saying otherwise.
He pushed his hair back into place, rubbing his temples a bit. If he kept going like this, he wouldn’t be of much help in about two or three days time. Though, he still had time to deal with his exhaustion at some later point. Tomorrow maybe. If there was time for a few hours of sleep.
“You saw Alpine? She’s cute, right? Buck seems pretty happy to have her with him.” He smiles to himself, thinking back to the night before he left, to gentle hands on white fur. It was a good memory, he’d hold on to for as long as he could.
“He’s really into bringing home Alley friends these days.” He joked, a small jab at Sparrow, though he really didn’t mind having the kid around. He seemed to get on well with Bucky, in a way most couldn’t.
Although he couldn’t see it, she was rolling her eyes at his persistence. Jensen doesn’t bother arguing with him on it, she knows that he would speak to Stark no matter what she says.
“Alpine? Interesting name for a cat.” She thinks back to when she had run into Bucky and the little creature. It has been a surprise, to see someone so dark and mysterious with a tiny white ball of innocence.
Yawning, Jensen covers her mouth. She hates feeling tired, yet not being able to sleep. That’s what was awaiting her and she was dreading it.
“Careful, you might be bombarded with more than just the cat when you get back.” The redhead attempts to joke. Her eyes glance towards the time again. “You should go to sleep, Steve. You need it.”
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Steve scans the pages of the file in front of him again. Something about the way they left this specific scene is jumping out at him, it’s oddly familiar, he just can’t seem to figure out why. He hasn’t slept since they landed, there’s just too much to do. He’d like to get home as soon as possible. The lack of sleep is starting to cloud his judgement, making contenting the lines harder than usual.
He sets the pages down on the hotel bed, leans back against the head board, and rubs at his eyes. All of their weapons were from the late eighties, a few from nineteen ninety one, it was something he’d seen before. But where?
He pulls out his phone and dials Jensen’s number, completely forgetting the time difference, and the fact that he’s never called her before.
The phone rings three times before there’s a voice on the other line. “Hey, are you busy?” He asked, glancing down at the papers again.
Jensen had called it an early night, even though she had lied awake for a few hours before actually falling asleep. She was barely drifting off, a light snore coming filling the room before it was accompanied by the sound of her phone ringing.
She waits, seeing if whoever was calling would just end the call. The woman doesn’t move from her spot, tucked away in her blankets. But, when the sound of her ringtone continues, she finally waves her hand over to pick up her phone. Squinting, she reads the called ID.
“Steve?” She questions, her voice groggy, lacking her usual tone of bitterness. “I was sleeping, but I’m not anymore.”
Turning, Jensen looks to read the time. It’s way too early for her to be awake. “Why? What’s wrong?” She asks, sitting up.
Steve cringes a bit at the mention of her sleeping, he hadn’t meant to wake her up. The matter he was calling her about could’ve waited for the morning, he had just wanted to get it done as soon as possible, to see if maybe -just maybe it would give them a better lead.
It was just after half past six his time, so if his math was right, it was on its way to being one in the morning back in New York City.
“I’m okay, everything’s fine here. I was just going to ask a question, but I can call you back in the morning.” He shuffles the papers around on the bed, looking for a specific one he’d looked at a bit earlier in the night to look at it with refreshed eyes.
“I’ll call you back, okay? You should go back to sleep.” He sounds a bit distracted, but polite as ever. He finds the paper he was looking for, a ballistics report on a few of the bullets left behind at the first robbery. He sits up in the bed, suddenly. He’ll have to talk to Nat about it when she wakes.
“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not like I’ll be able to go back to sleep anyways.” She explains. “What’s your question?”
Turning over, she goes to grab her laptop, turning it on. Besides her sat a file of papers, something that she had been reading and working and didn’t have the energy to put away.
Being woken up in wasn’t something she was fond of, nonetheless in the middle of the night. Although, something about it being Steve made her less angry.
Jensen’s mind wanders to the possibilities of what he could ask her. She didn’t know a thing about what was going on, why the Avengers were in Geneva. She figured that what he had to ask would connect to that, so she readies herself with her technology.
Steve thinks for a moment, picking up his own laptop -one Stark had given him and insisted he use while they were in Geneva. Emails were easier for mission related things as opposed to texting or phone calls, he could admit.
“Could you send me all the files Stark has on Bucky from nineteen-eighty-five to nineteen-ninety-two? I don’t have them with me, but I want to check something out.” He asked, pressing the power button to the laptop.
As he waited for the On screen to pop up, he shuffled the papers around again, looking at pictures taken of the damage at the first robbery. It was curious, definitely. A coincidence, maybe.
“You can send them to my account in Stark’s system.” He added, though he probably didn’t have to. It was her job after all, he just wasn’t sure how the protocol for computer transactions went beyond him and the rest of the team. The internet was helpful, but it was also very confusing to navigate for him.
As he spoke, her fingers were flying at an unbelievable pace across her keyboards. Her phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder, the blue light of the laptop screen on her face.
“Bucky?” Jensen repeats, her eyes wandering to the window as she took a moment to think. “Is he a connection into whatever’s going on?” Reaching for a pen, she writes down the years nineteen-eighty-five and nineteen-ninety-two on her hand.
She hears papers on the other end of the line and notes his tired voice. He seemed like the type of person to work himself to exhaustion.
“You should be getting them now. I’ll let Stark know I sent them to you too so I don’t have to ask permission before hand.” Jensen pauses and her line goes quiet for a few seconds. “Is there anything else you’re able or willing to tell me?” Being in the dark about everything was getting to her.
Steve could hear her typing from his end of the conversation, quick little clicking sounds. He watched as the Home Screen popped up on his own laptop and clicked on the communications hub, where all his emails from Stark industries went.
“I’m not sure, definitely not anything he’s done since we got him back. It honestly is probably nothing, I just wanted to rule out all the possibilities.” He explains, pulling up the files she’d sent to him on his laptop and looking through the oldest ones, deciding he’d work his way backwards.
“I’ll let Tony know you helped while off the clock, so he can make sure it’s added to your payroll.” He added, wanting to make sure she’d be paid for the work she’d put in to help him out.
“I can’t really say much more about the mission, sorry. How are things at the tower though?” He’d only really been in contact with Bucky and her since they’d left, but he hoped everyone was doing alright.
“It’s fine, all I did was press a few buttons and send you an email. You don’t have to tell him anything.” Jensen says, moving her laptop off her lap.
A wave of faint disappointment washes over her when he tells her he can’t disclose any more information. She felt a little useless, not pulling her weight in the events.
“I figured, don’t be sorry.” A hand runs through her red locks, then holding her phone as she switches hands. “It’s been alright, quiet. Not much for me to do as of right now. I did see Bucky and a cat though. That was interesting.”
Picking up the papers to her side, her eyes attempt to focus on the words as she uses the light from her computer to read. “How’s Geneva? You sound a little tired.”
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Steve scans the pages of the file in front of him again. Something about the way they left this specific scene is jumping out at him, it’s oddly familiar, he just can’t seem to figure out why. He hasn’t slept since they landed, there’s just too much to do. He’d like to get home as soon as possible. The lack of sleep is starting to cloud his judgement, making contenting the lines harder than usual.
He sets the pages down on the hotel bed, leans back against the head board, and rubs at his eyes. All of their weapons were from the late eighties, a few from nineteen ninety one, it was something he’d seen before. But where?
He pulls out his phone and dials Jensen’s number, completely forgetting the time difference, and the fact that he’s never called her before.
The phone rings three times before there’s a voice on the other line. “Hey, are you busy?” He asked, glancing down at the papers again.
Jensen had called it an early night, even though she had lied awake for a few hours before actually falling asleep. She was barely drifting off, a light snore coming filling the room before it was accompanied by the sound of her phone ringing.
She waits, seeing if whoever was calling would just end the call. The woman doesn’t move from her spot, tucked away in her blankets. But, when the sound of her ringtone continues, she finally waves her hand over to pick up her phone. Squinting, she reads the called ID.
“Steve?” She questions, her voice groggy, lacking her usual tone of bitterness. “I was sleeping, but I’m not anymore.”
Turning, Jensen looks to read the time. It’s way too early for her to be awake. “Why? What’s wrong?” She asks, sitting up.
Steve cringes a bit at the mention of her sleeping, he hadn’t meant to wake her up. The matter he was calling her about could’ve waited for the morning, he had just wanted to get it done as soon as possible, to see if maybe -just maybe it would give them a better lead.
It was just after half past six his time, so if his math was right, it was on its way to being one in the morning back in New York City.
“I’m okay, everything’s fine here. I was just going to ask a question, but I can call you back in the morning.” He shuffles the papers around on the bed, looking for a specific one he’d looked at a bit earlier in the night to look at it with refreshed eyes.
“I’ll call you back, okay? You should go back to sleep.” He sounds a bit distracted, but polite as ever. He finds the paper he was looking for, a ballistics report on a few of the bullets left behind at the first robbery. He sits up in the bed, suddenly. He’ll have to talk to Nat about it when she wakes.
“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not like I’ll be able to go back to sleep anyways.” She explains. “What’s your question?”
Turning over, she goes to grab her laptop, turning it on. Besides her sat a file of papers, something that she had been reading and working and didn’t have the energy to put away.
Being woken up in wasn’t something she was fond of, nonetheless in the middle of the night. Although, something about it being Steve made her less angry.
Jensen’s mind wanders to the possibilities of what he could ask her. She didn’t know a thing about what was going on, why the Avengers were in Geneva. She figured that what he had to ask would connect to that, so she readies herself with her technology.
Steve thinks for a moment, picking up his own laptop -one Stark had given him and insisted he use while they were in Geneva. Emails were easier for mission related things as opposed to texting or phone calls, he could admit.
“Could you send me all the files Stark has on Bucky from nineteen-eighty-five to nineteen-ninety-two? I don’t have them with me, but I want to check something out.” He asked, pressing the power button to the laptop.
As he waited for the On screen to pop up, he shuffled the papers around again, looking at pictures taken of the damage at the first robbery. It was curious, definitely. A coincidence, maybe.
“You can send them to my account in Stark’s system.” He added, though he probably didn’t have to. It was her job after all, he just wasn’t sure how the protocol for computer transactions went beyond him and the rest of the team. The internet was helpful, but it was also very confusing to navigate for him.
As he spoke, her fingers were flying at an unbelievable pace across her keyboards. Her phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder, the blue light of the laptop screen on her face.
“Bucky?” Jensen repeats, her eyes wandering to the window as she took a moment to think. “Is he a connection into whatever’s going on?” Reaching for a pen, she writes down the years nineteen-eighty-five and nineteen-ninety-two on her hand.
She hears papers on the other end of the line and notes his tired voice. He seemed like the type of person to work himself to exhaustion.
“You should be getting them now. I’ll let Stark know I sent them to you too so I don’t have to ask permission before hand.” Jensen pauses and her line goes quiet for a few seconds. “Is there anything else you’re able or willing to tell me?” Being in the dark about everything was getting to her.
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Steve scans the pages of the file in front of him again. Something about the way they left this specific scene is jumping out at him, it’s oddly familiar, he just can’t seem to figure out why. He hasn’t slept since they landed, there’s just too much to do. He’d like to get home as soon as possible. The lack of sleep is starting to cloud his judgement, making contenting the lines harder than usual.
He sets the pages down on the hotel bed, leans back against the head board, and rubs at his eyes. All of their weapons were from the late eighties, a few from nineteen ninety one, it was something he’d seen before. But where?
He pulls out his phone and dials Jensen’s number, completely forgetting the time difference, and the fact that he’s never called her before.
The phone rings three times before there’s a voice on the other line. “Hey, are you busy?” He asked, glancing down at the papers again.
Jensen had called it an early night, even though she had lied awake for a few hours before actually falling asleep. She was barely drifting off, a light snore coming filling the room before it was accompanied by the sound of her phone ringing.
She waits, seeing if whoever was calling would just end the call. The woman doesn’t move from her spot, tucked away in her blankets. But, when the sound of her ringtone continues, she finally waves her hand over to pick up her phone. Squinting, she reads the called ID.
“Steve?” She questions, her voice groggy, lacking her usual tone of bitterness. “I was sleeping, but I’m not anymore.”
Turning, Jensen looks to read the time. It’s way too early for her to be awake. “Why? What’s wrong?” She asks, sitting up.
Steve cringes a bit at the mention of her sleeping, he hadn’t meant to wake her up. The matter he was calling her about could’ve waited for the morning, he had just wanted to get it done as soon as possible, to see if maybe -just maybe it would give them a better lead.
It was just after half past six his time, so if his math was right, it was on its way to being one in the morning back in New York City.
“I’m okay, everything’s fine here. I was just going to ask a question, but I can call you back in the morning.” He shuffles the papers around on the bed, looking for a specific one he’d looked at a bit earlier in the night to look at it with refreshed eyes.
“I’ll call you back, okay? You should go back to sleep.” He sounds a bit distracted, but polite as ever. He finds the paper he was looking for, a ballistics report on a few of the bullets left behind at the first robbery. He sits up in the bed, suddenly. He’ll have to talk to Nat about it when she wakes.
“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not like I’ll be able to go back to sleep anyways.” She explains. “What’s your question?”
Turning over, she goes to grab her laptop, turning it on. Besides her sat a file of papers, something that she had been reading and working and didn’t have the energy to put away.
Being woken up in wasn’t something she was fond of, nonetheless in the middle of the night. Although, something about it being Steve made her less angry.
Jensen’s mind wanders to the possibilities of what he could ask her. She didn’t know a thing about what was going on, why the Avengers were in Geneva. She figured that what he had to ask would connect to that, so she readies herself with her technology.
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Steve scans the pages of the file in front of him again. Something about the way they left this specific scene is jumping out at him, it’s oddly familiar, he just can’t seem to figure out why. He hasn’t slept since they landed, there’s just too much to do. He’d like to get home as soon as possible. The lack of sleep is starting to cloud his judgement, making contenting the lines harder than usual.
He sets the pages down on the hotel bed, leans back against the head board, and rubs at his eyes. All of their weapons were from the late eighties, a few from nineteen ninety one, it was something he’d seen before. But where?
He pulls out his phone and dials Jensen’s number, completely forgetting the time difference, and the fact that he’s never called her before.
The phone rings three times before there’s a voice on the other line. “Hey, are you busy?” He asked, glancing down at the papers again.
Jensen had called it an early night, even though she had lied awake for a few hours before actually falling asleep. She was barely drifting off, a light snore coming filling the room before it was accompanied by the sound of her phone ringing.
She waits, seeing if whoever was calling would just end the call. The woman doesn’t move from her spot, tucked away in her blankets. But, when the sound of her ringtone continues, she finally waves her hand over to pick up her phone. Squinting, she reads the called ID.
“Steve?” She questions, her voice groggy, lacking her usual tone of bitterness. “I was sleeping, but I’m not anymore.”
Turning, Jensen looks to read the time. It’s way too early for her to be awake. “Why? What’s wrong?” She asks, sitting up.
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