[ in all honesty, yelena does find him charming — he's wooed her in many ways he's probably not even aware of.
bucky is all sorts of charming; just not in the normal, conventional way most people are. she likes that he's brutally honest, doesn't sugarcoat things for her (except for that time she challenged him to a fight and he rebuked with i'm tired), and that they can go back and forth at each other with such ease. she likes that he is unreadable and yet, still so transparent all at once.
she doesn't even mind that he messes up her hair — even more than it already is — but she pretends that it does, just to keep up the dynamic they've got going on. her nose scrunches up and her lips pull into a frown as she runs a hand through the nest on her head, fingers getting caught in a knot. she glares at him, though there is zero heat behind it.
then, her features soften some. ]
She would have kicked your ass to the curb. Alexei would have loved you, though.
[ yelena's childhood memories often come to her in dreams. she remembers them vividly, so much that she could smell the sun in her hair after hours of playing under it. she could hear the sound of cicadas chirping in the trees and feel the heat of summer on her skin beneath bucky's fingertips. ]
It was only three years, but it still counts. To me, at least. [ natasha did not have the same luxury, and it pains yelena every time she remembers. ]
I was innocent and naive, as any child should be. You know, I wasn't really a fan of vegetables then and I would only eat them if I was promised candy or sweets after. Unlike somebody, I stayed out of trouble because I didn't like to get scolded. I was a crybaby, like Fanny. But usually all it took for me to stop crying was a hug or a kiss. I sang American Pie by Don McLean a lot — like, I would not shut up. But I was a really good kid. I was a normal kid, actually.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to have that again, but I don't know if I would ever be able to at ease.
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bucky is all sorts of charming; just not in the normal, conventional way most people are. she likes that he's brutally honest, doesn't sugarcoat things for her (except for that time she challenged him to a fight and he rebuked with i'm tired), and that they can go back and forth at each other with such ease. she likes that he is unreadable and yet, still so transparent all at once.
she doesn't even mind that he messes up her hair — even more than it already is — but she pretends that it does, just to keep up the dynamic they've got going on. her nose scrunches up and her lips pull into a frown as she runs a hand through the nest on her head, fingers getting caught in a knot. she glares at him, though there is zero heat behind it.
then, her features soften some. ]
She would have kicked your ass to the curb. Alexei would have loved you, though.
[ yelena's childhood memories often come to her in dreams. she remembers them vividly, so much that she could smell the sun in her hair after hours of playing under it. she could hear the sound of cicadas chirping in the trees and feel the heat of summer on her skin beneath bucky's fingertips. ]
It was only three years, but it still counts. To me, at least. [ natasha did not have the same luxury, and it pains yelena every time she remembers. ]
I was innocent and naive, as any child should be. You know, I wasn't really a fan of vegetables then and I would only eat them if I was promised candy or sweets after. Unlike somebody, I stayed out of trouble because I didn't like to get scolded. I was a crybaby, like Fanny. But usually all it took for me to stop crying was a hug or a kiss. I sang American Pie by Don McLean a lot — like, I would not shut up. But I was a really good kid. I was a normal kid, actually.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to have that again, but I don't know if I would ever be able to at ease.