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[ and here's the strangest part of it all: despite being all of thirty-something, hundred-something, bucky's stomach still does a queasy little flip-flop at hearing yelena's words, like he's in goddamn high school all over again. i would still like you. it's stupid. it's like he's on the verge of scribbling on a piece of paper, do you like me, check yes if so ☑ and shoving the scrap across the kitchen counter to her.

he's killed dozens of people, fought in the war for earth, operated on almost every single continent (he still needs the antarctic—), and yet that one innocent, harmless little admission almost undoes him.

he hides that flicker of reaction behind burying his face in his coffee cup, taking a too-deep swig but then almost burning his tongue on it. he coughs. just barely averts choking on it entirely and spluttering. get it together, barnes!! ]

Well. Good. 'Cause I'm pretty fond of you, too.

[ get it together, barnes ]

[ there is a cheeky little grin that's plastered across her face, smugness rearing its pretty little head for a second before she's huffing a chuckle. there are many things that yelena belova knows, like feigning merriment but one of the few things she doesn't is how to mask genuine happiness. ]

Well! [ she is definitely echoing him ] I would certainly hope so, James.

[ one could say that she got her boisterous nature from one mr. shostakov, but she would sooner gut them than admit to such a thing.

she clinks her cup with his. is she celebrating the mutual kind of confession that just happened? hard to tell. ]

If you didn't, I am preeeetty sure you would have shanked me first thing this morning, no? Or maybe that is just a me thing.

Not just first thing this morning. If I didn’t like you, I would’ve shanked you last night, or any other time I caught you sneaking in on my balcony. [ it doesn’t sound like he’s chiding for it, though, just giving tit-for-that in their perpetual teasing byplay, as he waits for the oil to heat up and starts amiably frying up the bread-and-eggs for them. it’s just the truth. it’s not a good idea to sneak up on people like them. ]

But I try to minimise the shanking these days. Got enough of a body count behind me. [ a beat, then there’s a knowing and amused crinkle at the corner of his eyes, asking this particular question: ] How about you? How’s work? In general.

[ they both know yelena doesn’t exactly have a regular 9-to-5. any discussions of work between them is more like comparing notes on the best way to infiltrate a warehouse and comparing scars from jobs gone awry; the sorts of things which lead to the very injury which brought her to his doorstep last night. ]

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ugh i reread this scene and it’s So Good