#but getting mama sonia's approval / blessing has her SWEATING

[thirt13n]

she's fixing up a small plate of homemade fruit preserves and crackers as she bids james farewell and a safe journey on the way to grab their dinner for tonight. worn hands work diligently to set up the circular dining table, a clattering of plates and cups for the two of them (she'll set out a plate for james later, for she has lived in this same neighborhood long enough to know how far the walk is and back). satisfied with the arrangement, sonia holds a pomegranate in her hand, small knife in the other to score the fruit into sections. a glance is tossed to sharon, and the back down to the fruit, peeled apart just above a bowl to catch all the seeds. “come, sit with me.“ though meant more than a suggestion, voice remains soft, warm. finished with one section, she nudges the bowl of pomegranate seeds towards her seat at the table. “tell me about yourself, where are you from?“ @wnterslder

she won’t lie and say there wasn’t a quick rush of quiet panic when he’d been sent off to get dinner on his own, leaving her here --------- for someone who likes to think she’s formidable even at the lowest of times, the idea of having to be here alone with miss sonia ( you can take the girl out of the south, but you can’t take the southern manners out of the girl ) feels reminiscent of the times right before she’s about to launch herself into a brawl. and it isn’t that miss sonia hasn’t been anything but sweet and welcoming their entire time here so far; it’s more about knowing just how much she means to bucky, and the other way ‘round.

imagine being able to shit talk zemo while he held a sword to your neck with ease, but momentarily freezing up at the thought of having to talk about yourself to someone who clearly loves your partner as much as you do.

the task of setting the table had been a good distraction while it lasted; the sounds of clinking porcelain and silverware are good excuses not to get too chatty, but once the table’s set and miss sonia’s deftly cutting up a pomegranate for the two of them to share, there aren't too many more ways to delay the inevitable, save for one last trip to the sink to refill her glass of water before settling into the chair that’s been reserved for her.

“i’m from virigina, originally; richmond.” she plucks a seed off the pile, watching the way it leaves little circles of bright pink on the pads of her fingers before she slips it between her lips. “i made myself lose the accent when i was a little older, though. didn’t think it would be good for work.”

there’s still the question of how much ( if anything really, but she doubts it’s absolutely zero ) bucky’s gone ahead and told miss sonia about her ( a thought that triggers another momentary pang of panic ----------- she doesn’t have very much experience in being the girl that gets brought home to meet the parents; and what she does isn’t a very easy answer without some creative rephrasing. ) she nudges at the pomegranate again before choosing two more little bites. “i first met james because of work, actually.”

#wnterslder #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » marvel. #arc » re : wnterslder. #the way i have absolutely been on vibrate since this dropped in my inbox #she can take on a whole army of baddies all on her own #but getting mama sonia's approval / blessing has her SWEATING #that's how you know its Real #also on a lighter note sharon's going to be making perseph.one jokes #to bucky later on