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He smiled softly at her name for him, feeling some beat of warmth and familiarity wash through him. He loved how her voice sounded when she called him that; it was as if his whole being had permission to just bask in that brief moment. Have that beat of contentment and hold onto it. He had to get better at remembering that now, that feeling didn't have to just last for the brief moments of privacy between them. There were no more handlers watching them from the shadows. No more obstacles other than this gentle dance between them now. Relearning each other and navigating this newer chapter in their lives. Maybe one day he'd know how to tell her just how grateful he was, that she was still in his. "Ready," he said. He caught up to her with the cart, and pressed another kiss to her cheek. Not out of habit this time, but because he wanted to. He paid, this time. If he was making her dinner, she was not going to pay for it, in any way."

"Hey, it's one of the few things I'm... good at making..." He paused, considering what was in the cart. Anyone could toss some pre-made pasta into boiling water and make it edible. Anyone could... "Hang on, we need more eggs," he said. He put the tupperware securely into the cart, and wandered off without a word. Eggs, flour, salt... Things he remembered his own Nonna needing to make the good homemade kind of pasta. He gathered up some ricotta cheese, and extra garlic. "Okay, now we can go," he said, putting the items into the cart. No explanation given. He was either going to be successful at this or set something on fire trying. "Any guesses?"

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"Thank you for not killing me."

"I've been riding motorcycles for decades, Darce. I know a weaving semi-truck from a mile away when I see one. But damn, did you need to grab my chest that tight? I think I got claw marks now."

#iamdarcylewis #v: omg they were roommates

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"Don't play coy; knowing stuff is your bread and butter."

"Knowing stuff about certain stuff, yeah. This isn't one of them, Darce."

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"Sit still..." He was as gentle as he could be, dabbing at the wound on her shoulder. It was pretty serious, and might take a few days to heal- but he had more than enough experience in patching injuries like this up. More than enough. "Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked, gently dabbing some numbing agent around the wound.

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"Shame, I would have liked to have had that conversation with him," he sighed wearily. This had not been part of Steve's plan at all. Giving up the shield should have meant that Steve got to retire- not get trapped in time. Giving up the shield should have meant that Bucky finally, finally, got to talk away from the f"ighting. Ninety years of darkness, of taking lives... maybe the first two, every bullet he fired from his sniper rifle had a target that he could justify. Knowing what he knew now about the War, he wouldn't apologize for a damn shot fired as a Howling Commando. But the Winter Soldier was meant to go away. For good. He wanted so badly to put away the training, put away the muscle memory that not even Shuri could erase from his mind. Sam was supposed to be Captain America- a good, trusted man was supposed to lead the fight now. Instead... "Anger issues aren't a good sign," Bucky sighed. "The army is supposed to do psychological tests on all recruits... They did when I got drafted- one guy was rejected from our sniper school because he was... a little too eager to have a gun in his hand. You want soldiers in a war, but you want people who dread having to take a life, you know? Maybe start there with Walker? Maybe he's got skeletons back in basic?"

“You’re one of Steve’s oldest friends, right? That alone should have made him realize you didn’t trust him. Never mind me being in the picture- I’m sure his higher ups have warned him all about me.” He finished off the vodka and sat up to put the glass onto the coffee table. “It… It would have been different, if this is what Steve had wanted. Not just Sam giving up the shield, that’s… that’s a conversation I need to have with him when I’m not so…” Hurt. Upset. Furious? “Confused, about why he did it. But if Steve had turned the shield over, told them his intention was for the title to be chosen by the Army again like before… Who am I kidding, I still wouldn’t trust this guy.” He had tried to reason with himself as he watched the news bulletins. He’d tried to look beyond the gut punching feeling of seeing that shield on someone’s arm but Sam’s. He had tried his hardest, and it still gave him such a bad feeling. All his training, right back to sniper school before he got shipped off to have his life destroyed- trust your gut, soldier. “What leads do you have so far?”

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"Hey, it's one of the few things I'm... good at making..." He paused, considering what was in the cart. Anyone could toss some pre-made pasta into boiling water and make it edible. Anyone could... "Hang on, we need more eggs," he said. He put the tupperware securely into the cart, and wandered off without a word. Eggs, flour, salt... Things he remembered his own Nonna needing to make the good homemade kind of pasta. He gathered up some ricotta cheese, and extra garlic. "Okay, now we can go," he said, putting the items into the cart. No explanation given. He was either going to be successful at this or set something on fire trying. "Any guesses?"

"Horrifying, I barely got away," he teased back. "I had to tell her I had someone waiting for me for her to let me leave. She must understand how dangerous a waiting witness is. Smart lady." He smiled softly, a little laugh to his words. He opened up the freezer door and propped it open with his leg, reaching in for a Cherry Garcia... and a Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz. "This looks interesting..." He read the ingredients, and put two pints of each into the cart. "I'm going to cook you dinner tonight, by the way," he said. He double checked the kind of pasta that Nat had grabbed. "It's really like you read my mind," he chuckled.

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"I might have a few plans," he said with a playful smile. He kissed her softly, holding her face with his hand. "One of them being giving you a day by the water with your books and all the cold drinks you want. I want you to have a day where you just do nothing, Jenna."

He listened as she explained the nature of the photoshoot, glad that she had declined having a video made of their wedding day. There was going to be a private one made for them, and he wanted it to stay that way. "I knew it," he said, nodding a little as she confirmed his suspicions. "You really want me there for the interview? I'll be there. Promise."

[Text: Buckaroo] At what point do we start a count down?

[Text: Buckaroo] 2ish months will wedding? 👰🏼‍♀️💍

[text: Trouble] I had an answer until I noticed those emojis...

[text: Trouble] I thought you wanted to wait a bit before 👰🏼‍♀️???

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"Save that for after the honeymoon, maybe you won't need it," he teased. He shifted his arms, pulling her up gently onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her, content to hold her close and enjoy the weight of her on his lap. It was so comforting.

"So... so you're basically modeling the dresses the designers made that you didn't like, or did they just decide to make others for fun?" He was as in the dark as he could be about her dress. He didn't want to know anything about it, not the shade of white or cream or whatever it was. Not if it was a ballgown or a mermaid, nothing. "Or is this just so you can have an excuse to get me in a suit in front of a camera?" he teased.

[Text: Buckaroo] At what point do we start a count down?

[Text: Buckaroo] 2ish months will wedding? 👰🏼‍♀️💍

[text: Trouble] I had an answer until I noticed those emojis...

[text: Trouble] I thought you wanted to wait a bit before 👰🏼‍♀️???

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"Whaaaat, I'm just speaking the truth," he said in answer to her giggle. He was certain part of why he stayed in shape was their frequent inability to share a bed without doing more than sleeping.

"... Ohh right, you told me about that last week. Are you sure you want me to? I don't- I know it's a silly superstition, but I don't want to see you in your dress, Jenna."

[Text: Buckaroo] At what point do we start a count down?

[Text: Buckaroo] 2ish months will wedding? 👰🏼‍♀️💍

[text: Trouble] I had an answer until I noticed those emojis...

[text: Trouble] I thought you wanted to wait a bit before 👰🏼‍♀️???

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"Horrifying, I barely got away," he teased back. "I had to tell her I had someone waiting for me for her to let me leave. She must understand how dangerous a waiting witness is. Smart lady." He smiled softly, a little laugh to his words. He opened up the freezer door and propped it open with his leg, reaching in for a Cherry Garcia... and a Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz. "This looks interesting..." He read the ingredients, and put two pints of each into the cart. "I'm going to cook you dinner tonight, by the way," he said. He double checked the kind of pasta that Nat had grabbed. "It's really like you read my mind," he chuckled.

He didn't return with the cat, but he did find himself holding a tupperware full of freshly finished meatballs. He was excited to add these to whatever pasta Natasha wanted to get, and he knew Nat would like these. It wasn't the first time he'd swung around to check on the old woman if only to give her a few hours of company- and left with something hot and homemade in his hands. He quickly walked through the store, and spotted Nat at the ice cream. "Sorry, I got held up at spatula point," he said, holding up the tupperware a bit as evidence that he'd been good and not kept the cat. "She's Italian, I never leave without food," he explained. "You find everything you wanted to get?"

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"We just have to wait for the day to come now, hmm?" he said, smiling softly down at her. He couldn't wait for that day. He wanted to wake up to the morning of their wedding, with her in his arms, giving her one more kiss before they were separated to get ready. He couldn't wait to see her in her dress, to see her beaming with happiness.

"Mmm... but chocolate... Chocolate's very easy to burn off," he reminded with a wider smile. "You're going to be so beautiful in that dress, I know it."

[Text: Buckaroo] At what point do we start a count down?

[Text: Buckaroo] 2ish months will wedding? 👰🏼‍♀️💍

[text: Trouble] I had an answer until I noticed those emojis...

[text: Trouble] I thought you wanted to wait a bit before 👰🏼‍♀️???

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He let her get comfortable, running his hand through her hair to help her relax. "I wanted you to have the time off to relax," he retorted gently. She worked so hard, putting her all into everything she did. He admired that about her so much, but it did worry him sometimes. He'd seen her burn the candle at both ends, and he promised himself, he'd never let that happen. He'd hold the other flame and do whatever he could to help her have time to just be.

"So you're gonna wait even longer to pick it up again?" he asked. He shook his head a little, and continued to play with her hair. "What else can I do to help? Name it, I'll do it."

[Text: Buckaroo] At what point do we start a count down?

[Text: Buckaroo] 2ish months will wedding? 👰🏼‍♀️💍

[text: Trouble] I had an answer until I noticed those emojis...

[text: Trouble] I thought you wanted to wait a bit before 👰🏼‍♀️???

#wxrwounds

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He didn't return with the cat, but he did find himself holding a tupperware full of freshly finished meatballs. He was excited to add these to whatever pasta Natasha wanted to get, and he knew Nat would like these. It wasn't the first time he'd swung around to check on the old woman if only to give her a few hours of company- and left with something hot and homemade in his hands. He quickly walked through the store, and spotted Nat at the ice cream. "Sorry, I got held up at spatula point," he said, holding up the tupperware a bit as evidence that he'd been good and not kept the cat. "She's Italian, I never leave without food," he explained. "You find everything you wanted to get?"

"Wait, is it that same raccoon that asked me how much I'd sell my arm for?" He had almost been so certain he was hallucinating that encounter. Aliens, sure. Why not. Talking raccoon wielding a weapon bigger than its entire body? Nuts. "It'll only take me two minutes, don't buy the ice cream without me." He stepped over to her, instinct moving his body with absolute muscle memory- and he kissed her cheek, before turning to the door nearby and heading inside to return the cat to her owner.

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Spy Sentences, Vol. 14

(Sentences from various sources for spies and/or secretive muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You've got to be smart. You have to realise that you can't trust people."

"Don't play coy; knowing stuff is your bread and butter."

"There's a camera built right into the bridge of these glasses. Whatever you see, it sees, and then it transmits it back here."

"Thank you for not killing me."

"I'm not here to save you. I'm not here to save anybody."

"We are in a situation that is beyond morality."

"Do you know how many years of my life I've given to my country?"

"You really passed your psych rotation?"

"You did this behind my back."

"We all come out of this a lot less human than we went in."

"I've been watching you for some time."

"You're desperate and scared, and desperate people make mistakes."

"So, how did you become a hostage?"

"A weapon's only as good as the man who's wielding it."

"There's more at stake here than you can imagine."

"You were right; it's not like the books."

"You should be careful who you point a gun at."

"I'm not here to make deals, or to listen to threats."

"The way I look at it, he wouldn't be trying to stop us if what we were doing wasn't threatening to him, and he wouldn't be threatened if he wasn't vulnerable."

"Coincidences make me uncomfortable."

"Everybody wants to be a spy until they realise the cost."

"Your scepticism will serve you well on this mission."

"Does everybody around here have trust issues?"

"Why do you feel compelled to save and avenge?"

"You followed me here, didn't you?"

"I know people hate me, consider me evil, but it is my detachment - my indifference to suffering - that allows me to be effective."

"We're all cold-blooded. Hadn't you noticed?"

"You are the worst spy ever!"

"Repeated luck is never luck."

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Bucky had almost expected some cookie cutter answer. Something practiced from a movie, some cheaply tossed together thoughts that stunk of dishonesty. He knew the expectation was just his own issues projecting onto the kid in front of him. Bucky had missed all the important, formative years of his daughter's life. She'd gone from a toddler barely learning to run, to a grown girl in the blink of an eye. No one would be good enough for her... But was Jason ever starting to prove his overprotective heart wrong. Not for a moment did he think Jason was feeding him some practiced bullshit. It was as if the confession had been bubbling at the surface, as if part of Jason's heart had been bursting to let this be known. Maybe one day Bucky would know how to tell the kid, how much of a comfort that was to hear. "Thank you, for being so honest with me." He meant that. "Guess my only other question now is, when are you going to start coming over for Friday Night family dinners?"

He could read the nerves on the kid's face like it was written in bright pink ink. He was doin' his best. Bucky had to remind himself that this kid hadn't had the best life- but his daughter was smart, smart enough to recognize when someone was safe, when someone was genuine. He had to trust Margot's instincts, and give the kid a real chance. "Take a deep breath, Jason- I didn't know it either the first time I talked to a girl's dad about this. Granted, two months later I got drafted into a war, so this is as far I got-" He was trying to relate to the kid, get him to relax. He wasn't going to mention that said girl had dumped him the day he told her about his draft papers. What a catch she had been.... "Listen, Margot's my only kid. I love her with everything I am, and I know that you understand that means, I'm protective of her. Just want to know, are you gonna do what you can to make her happy? And don't be flippant with your answer, please."

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He could read the nerves on the kid's face like it was written in bright pink ink. He was doin' his best. Bucky had to remind himself that this kid hadn't had the best life- but his daughter was smart, smart enough to recognize when someone was safe, when someone was genuine. He had to trust Margot's instincts, and give the kid a real chance. "Take a deep breath, Jason- I didn't know it either the first time I talked to a girl's dad about this. Granted, two months later I got drafted into a war, so this is as far I got-" He was trying to relate to the kid, get him to relax. He wasn't going to mention that said girl had dumped him the day he told her about his draft papers. What a catch she had been.... "Listen, Margot's my only kid. I love her with everything I am, and I know that you understand that means, I'm protective of her. Just want to know, are you gonna do what you can to make her happy? And don't be flippant with your answer, please."

Smartass. It had to be a genetic trait, that his own daughter found someone who had this much sass in him, attractive. He really couldn't fault her for it or hold it against Jason, not when Bucky could see it. "You like her... and you want to go steady? Kid, in my day, if a guy asked a girl's father to go steady, it was a little more than like." He sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "That's not my business. It will be my business if you approach me asking for her hand, which I will expect you to do. This? This I didn't expect, so I gotta give you credit for coming to me in the first place. But I got one question before I say I'm all right with this."

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