Bucky Barnes

[woundedwinter]

James Buchanan Barnes.
Everyone calls me Bucky.

You should know how this works.

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[morethanthis]

[Natasha smirks and sends him her address. ]

My house and take your time. I'll have food ready.

[woundedwinter]

I'll be there in time.

[And he's at her place in under an hour, showered with his hair loosely tied at the nape of his neck.
Unsure? Yes.
Uncomfortable? A little.

But he's here because she is important to Steve. So.. here they are.]

[morethanthis]

[Natasha opens the door, leaning a bit against it, taking a little weight off her leg. ]

You made it, I'm glad. Come in. Do you want a drink?

[woundedwinter]

[He's still not sure why he's here.
Oh. Right. Steve.]

Whatever you've got.

[It's not like beer is going to go well with breakfast food right?]

[morethanthis]

Do you want Beer, water, Orange juice or a bloody Mary? I might even have some scotch from the last time I was here?

Come in. Relax, I don't have it in me to maime you with a paperclip.

[She smiles at him, because she's kidding. ]

Besides, this is my apology party.