[ she doesn't even spare a second thought before blurting out, ] Really.
[ these days, it's easier for yelena to forget that the man laying next to her was the winter soldier. she'd only seen him in passing, back then and natasha would tell her that he was the reason for the bruises and the dislocated shoulder, but he is no longer the boogeyman that haunted her dreams, once upon a time ago.
she hasn't seen him that way in a long while (at least, she doesn't think that any boogeyman would ask if she wore just an apron while baking, so) and she thinks of him as no one but james barnes, whose eyes are kind and thoughtful despite his resting neutral face. james barnes, whose smile makes her feel like she's going to burst at the fucking seams.
james barnes, whose fingers leave a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch and he's not even doing anything. ​]
Yeah, I could have. But I like to cause you grief. [ like now, she inches closer until her head is on his shoulder and her knee is nudging at his thigh, placing her hand very briefly on his chest— but only to play with the dog tag around his neck. ] The painkillers have definitely worn off, and it aches more than anything but I have a good pain tolerance.
[ and then, just because it's been weighing on her mind: ] I have never been on a date before. Somehow the idea of a date is more nerve-racking than doing... whatever this is. The cuddling. You know what I mean?
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[ these days, it's easier for yelena to forget that the man laying next to her was the winter soldier. she'd only seen him in passing, back then and natasha would tell her that he was the reason for the bruises and the dislocated shoulder, but he is no longer the boogeyman that haunted her dreams, once upon a time ago.
she hasn't seen him that way in a long while (at least, she doesn't think that any boogeyman would ask if she wore just an apron while baking, so) and she thinks of him as no one but james barnes, whose eyes are kind and thoughtful despite his resting neutral face. james barnes, whose smile makes her feel like she's going to burst at the fucking seams.
james barnes, whose fingers leave a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch and he's not even doing anything. ​]
Yeah, I could have. But I like to cause you grief. [ like now, she inches closer until her head is on his shoulder and her knee is nudging at his thigh, placing her hand very briefly on his chest— but only to play with the dog tag around his neck. ] The painkillers have definitely worn off, and it aches more than anything but I have a good pain tolerance.
[ and then, just because it's been weighing on her mind: ] I have never been on a date before. Somehow the idea of a date is more nerve-racking than doing... whatever this is. The cuddling. You know what I mean?