#widcwsweb

FROM: @widcwsweb​ RE:  ‘  i  missed  you  so  much.  ’ STATUS: accepting

          the corner of his mouth curls up, playful and mischievous.  there are no real words for how much he missed her, too.  sometimes half the fun was leaving those open to interpretation.  when steve told him about sacrificing natasha ( unintentional as it may have been ), he’d been devastated.  the theory the hope was that returning the stone meant returning what was lost.  the red skull wanna be mentioned that might not be the case ( was that what clint said?  could’ve misheard given the trauma ) and the only real way to know was to return everything back to where it belonged.

          bucky wanted to go but the american government had other plans.

          she’d come back but she didn’t return to him right away.  not that he blamed her.  there was a lot on both ends to work through.  bucky was starting to put more pieces together.  nightmares were starting to get more violent.

          reaching out, metal knuckles brush crimson strands away from her eyes.  bucky’s head tilts to the side.  part of him was afraid to ask what finally brought her back.  if not him then...flagsmashers?  news of someone else picking up steve’s shield?  it was her right to take whatever time she needed to process what happened on vormir.  the only thing that bothered the soldier was not knowing what he could do to fix any of it.

incoming transmission from: @widcwsweb​ message sent: just one time i want a mission that goes the way it's supposed to. one time.

@widcwsweb​​  /   nat signs up to give the commander a smooch

USER :// @widcwsweb​ INQUIRY ://  stands in his kitchen with nothing but his oversized tee on making coffee. "good morning sleepy head." public string { random asks } ; always accepting

          steve was not a heavy sleeper.  most days he couldn’t really be categorized as a ‘ sleeper ‘ at all.  certain circumstances, however, seemed to put him down for the count.  more often than not it was by wearing himself out in a variety of ways.  this method usually involved a punching bag or a fine night out jogging as far and as fast as his legs would take him.  not that he could really complain about being able to do such a thing.  in his youth those things were off limits.   any attempts at exertion would result in his lungs screaming their defiance.  

          but then, there were those extremely rare times when the soldier was comfortable enough ( and happy enough ) that the demons didn’t knock on closed eyelids.  sleep chose to be a friend as opposed to an enemy.  natasha managed to put steve in such a state on more than one occasion, leaving him rosy-cheeked each and every time.

SHE WAS SURPRISED, REALLY, LEARNING THAT she was not the only one to miss the culling of the Red Room. Maybe being captured by enemy hands had worked in her favor. However, that begged the question of, where did Nadia’s allegiances lie? Were they with the Americans? Much like Natalia had done? Or were they a bit more...gray, like Yelena? Nadia had yet to decide as she perched on a rooftop, observing the city below. Any government would be pleased to have her. With the skill set and experience she held, Nadia could make men and countries crumble to their knees.

FROM: @widcwsweb​ RE:  FINE. let’s go get your dang pancakes. STATUS: always accept the random

          he still didn’t remember why the joke started, only that natalia reacted a certain kind of way whenever he asked about going to a pancake house.  bucky loved pancakes ( and breakfast foods in general ) so it made sense to him that there was a point in their history when he wanted to go there a lot.  maybe with the advent of twenty four hour diners?  he did remember eating a lot of blini back in the red room.  they accompanied a lot of the meals they’d given him, mainly as a vehicle for the rest of the plate.  he didn’t always get utensils.  in retrospect, he didn’t remember why.  he was given free reign to walk around since there was so much confidence in the brainwashing before it started to break down.

          when he was younger bucky remembered making a lot of breakfast food for rebecca.  sometimes his father was too busy with military things and sometimes his mother was busy with everything else.  so, bucky cooked.  since all he really knew pancakes and eggs, that’s what he defaulted to.

          the smile on his lips grows to record levels.  whenever he tossed out the suggestion of pancakes he never expected it to be taken seriously.  at this point it was just to see that little flutter of emotion that crossed natalia’s features at the mention of such a delicious breakfast confection.