[ bucky's own expression is notoriously hard to read — that blank stare, the way he just watchfully soaks up everything around him, suffering something like resting bitch face except his is resting neutral face — but he shakes his head immediately in answer to her question. ]
A meeting with Sam in the afternoon, but I'm free until then. You can kick around, don't worry.
[ her asking to stay alleviates some distant nervous tension twined tight in his chest. when yelena pulls back the covers and finally starts padding across the floorboards, he accidentally sneaks another look at the lines of her bare thighs, but then just as quickly snaps his gaze away and rolls over onto his back in that tangled nest of blankets. and while she disappears to the bathroom, bucky covers his face with his hands and lets out a long, frustrated groan. he could kick himself. sam's probably gonna kick him if he ever hears about this. or maybe nat will do it. maybe both of them in unison, taking turns to remind him what an absolute idiot he's being.
he could get dressed, too. could get up and start fussing with coffee and breakfast (oh man, they can have breakfast), but when he rests his right hand on the mattress beside him, he can feel that it's still warm from yelena's body. and she'd said she was coming back, right here, and so he's loath to move, too.
so he just lies there with one hand on the mattress and his other vibranium arm thrown over his face, blocking his eyes from that incessant sun, while the rest of him basks in the warmth of it, like a particularly finicky cat napping in a sunbeam while he waits for her to return. ]
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A meeting with Sam in the afternoon, but I'm free until then. You can kick around, don't worry.
[ her asking to stay alleviates some distant nervous tension twined tight in his chest. when yelena pulls back the covers and finally starts padding across the floorboards, he accidentally sneaks another look at the lines of her bare thighs, but then just as quickly snaps his gaze away and rolls over onto his back in that tangled nest of blankets. and while she disappears to the bathroom, bucky covers his face with his hands and lets out a long, frustrated groan. he could kick himself. sam's probably gonna kick him if he ever hears about this. or maybe nat will do it. maybe both of them in unison, taking turns to remind him what an absolute idiot he's being.
he could get dressed, too. could get up and start fussing with coffee and breakfast (oh man, they can have breakfast), but when he rests his right hand on the mattress beside him, he can feel that it's still warm from yelena's body. and she'd said she was coming back, right here, and so he's loath to move, too.
so he just lies there with one hand on the mattress and his other vibranium arm thrown over his face, blocking his eyes from that incessant sun, while the rest of him basks in the warmth of it, like a particularly finicky cat napping in a sunbeam while he waits for her to return. ]