[ bucky wavers for a moment, trapped between complimenting her or teasing her, because apparently he's just going to fight those warring impulses all the time. but in the end, he lands somewhere in the latter. he finds earnestness difficult— had only ever really managed it around steve, and could only occasionally pull it off around sam. ]
Is that fishing for a compliment, Belova? Because we can't have the novelty wear off too soon. I'm gonna need those photos to make a conclusive decision on how cute you were.
[ her warmth, though. he's already realising he can't get enough of it. yelena's cheery attitude and perpetual jokes always bely the darkness of what she'd been through; like somehow she came through it without all those experiences dimming her sense of humour, a sunflower growing improbably through concrete. so when bucky clambers out of bed, it's at a regretful saunter across that chilly hardwood floor. he could have lazed around with her all day, but now it was his turn to give up and head off to the bathroom, plus that perpetual metabolism was starting to gnaw at his stomach again. the thing they never told the others about living with a supersoldier: they could eat like a horse. ]
I've got eggs, so I can make hot house eggs. Uh, eggs with a hat? Bird in a nest. Toad in a hole. Whatever the hell you call the thing with the toast cut out and the egg inside. [ he's heard so many different names for this simple, ubiquitous dish over the years, the decades, his time passing through various european countries. ] And there's some shitty instant coffee. Just gimme a sec.
[ annnnd now it's off to the bathroom to relieve himself — and once he's in there, door safely closed, he reminds himself again to not be weird. this whole languorous morning feels so much like an actual morning-after, like any number of times he used to wake up with a woman tangled in his sheets. this isn't one of those. it could probably be, someday, maybe, but that's a terrifying prospect and so he's not going to look at it too closely.
instead, after he's done and washing his hands, he fills his palms with cold water and just douses his face over and over, letting the frigid bite wake him up more fully before he returns to her in the kitchen. up and at 'em, barnes. ]
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Is that fishing for a compliment, Belova? Because we can't have the novelty wear off too soon. I'm gonna need those photos to make a conclusive decision on how cute you were.
[ her warmth, though. he's already realising he can't get enough of it. yelena's cheery attitude and perpetual jokes always bely the darkness of what she'd been through; like somehow she came through it without all those experiences dimming her sense of humour, a sunflower growing improbably through concrete. so when bucky clambers out of bed, it's at a regretful saunter across that chilly hardwood floor. he could have lazed around with her all day, but now it was his turn to give up and head off to the bathroom, plus that perpetual metabolism was starting to gnaw at his stomach again. the thing they never told the others about living with a supersoldier: they could eat like a horse. ]
I've got eggs, so I can make hot house eggs. Uh, eggs with a hat? Bird in a nest. Toad in a hole. Whatever the hell you call the thing with the toast cut out and the egg inside. [ he's heard so many different names for this simple, ubiquitous dish over the years, the decades, his time passing through various european countries. ] And there's some shitty instant coffee. Just gimme a sec.
[ annnnd now it's off to the bathroom to relieve himself — and once he's in there, door safely closed, he reminds himself again to not be weird. this whole languorous morning feels so much like an actual morning-after, like any number of times he used to wake up with a woman tangled in his sheets. this isn't one of those. it could probably be, someday, maybe, but that's a terrifying prospect and so he's not going to look at it too closely.
instead, after he's done and washing his hands, he fills his palms with cold water and just douses his face over and over, letting the frigid bite wake him up more fully before he returns to her in the kitchen. up and at 'em, barnes. ]