"You like me when I'm confident," he retorts and he's not even sure where it comes from. Lost somewhere deep inside him some confidence that she's slowly uncovering with each mark she walks across his heart.
He kisses her and gorgeous memories continue to flood over him. Sensual, beautiful amazing ones that still feel disconnected to even though they're starting to turn him on in the worst sort of way and he's sure she can feel his dick getting hard up against where she sits in his lap. When the kiss breaks he groans gently against her lips.
She likes him any way he comes to her. But she is particularly fond of confident, since it means he's feeling good about himself. It's an incongruous thing for this Bucky to say, but she's understandably distracted. Both by the kissing and the fact that she can absolutely feel him stiffening. And she knows exactly how to move to make it even more of a problem.
Natasha almost replies that they're all good ones, which is when her brain catches up with the rest of her. She leans back enough to look at him, her hand moving to rest on his face again. It's impossible.
But hasn't her life showed her over and over again that anything is possible?
"Do you think you're remembering your life on this world, or do you think you might have come over from another universe? Do you remember being on Vormir?"
He can almost feel the hope echoing off her lips and he sighs gently. He doesn't want to let her down but he doesn't have any answers about anything.
"I don't really have a good chunk of memories? Sometimes when people will tell me things they don't feel quite right Nat, but I also..." he sighs softly. "I can't be sure that they're you either? It could be someone else they're all just like a mess of generic things that would be hard to help you pinpoint of they were."
He doesn't want to have to ask 'tell me about vormir' because he doesn't want to have to ask her to relive it. She doesn't deserve that but right now there's nothing in his brain that can make sense of what's going on.
She can tell there's some regret in his response. Likely because he's worried that his answer is disappointing. And of course there's a part of her that can't help but hope that maybe, just once, the universe would stop coming between them. But this is something too - she can enjoy this time, however much she has. Moreover, if this version of Bucky has felt so alone, she definitely wants to ease some of that.
"Don't sound so apologetic," she answers with a smile, letting her thumb brush against his cheekbone again. It occurs to her that he could probably stand to hear what she'd been thinking earlier. Even though she's not usually forthcoming with her feelings, he's always been the exception to her rules. "I told the other version of you once that you're always enough for me, no matter how you turn up. I meant with or without memories. But I guess I can expand that to include 'from a different universe.'"
Something about the way she says 'with or without memories' is absolutely heartbreaking. His hand reaches up to stroke a thumb over her cheek and it's gentle in a way he hasn't quite been since they started kissing. Not because he's hesitant but because the tables are turning and he wants to sooth her now.
"That sounds so tough, meeting a man who you loved who doesn't know who you are," he knows in some ways that's the case now, but not in the same way. It's not some empty slate and it's not the same as meeting someone who is not a lover in that state either.
Her hand runs down his forearm and up again as his thumb brushes her cheek. Her hand curls around his wrist and she turns her head to press a kiss on his palm. There's a thoughtful look on her face as she mulls over his question.
There are a lot of different ways she could answer it. She could reassure him with some half truth, smooth things over so he won't worry. But that wouldn't be real.
After a moment, she says, "it was hard. But in a way where I would pick that over something easy with anyone else. I wouldn't call it something I dealt with. That was just the reality of our lives. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours."
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He kisses her and gorgeous memories continue to flood over him. Sensual, beautiful amazing ones that still feel disconnected to even though they're starting to turn him on in the worst sort of way and he's sure she can feel his dick getting hard up against where she sits in his lap. When the kiss breaks he groans gently against her lips.
"Fuck, that was a really good one..."
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Natasha almost replies that they're all good ones, which is when her brain catches up with the rest of her. She leans back enough to look at him, her hand moving to rest on his face again. It's impossible.
But hasn't her life showed her over and over again that anything is possible?
"Do you think you're remembering your life on this world, or do you think you might have come over from another universe? Do you remember being on Vormir?"
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"I don't really have a good chunk of memories? Sometimes when people will tell me things they don't feel quite right Nat, but I also..." he sighs softly. "I can't be sure that they're you either? It could be someone else they're all just like a mess of generic things that would be hard to help you pinpoint of they were."
He doesn't want to have to ask 'tell me about vormir' because he doesn't want to have to ask her to relive it. She doesn't deserve that but right now there's nothing in his brain that can make sense of what's going on.
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"Don't sound so apologetic," she answers with a smile, letting her thumb brush against his cheekbone again. It occurs to her that he could probably stand to hear what she'd been thinking earlier. Even though she's not usually forthcoming with her feelings, he's always been the exception to her rules. "I told the other version of you once that you're always enough for me, no matter how you turn up. I meant with or without memories. But I guess I can expand that to include 'from a different universe.'"
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"That sounds so tough, meeting a man who you loved who doesn't know who you are," he knows in some ways that's the case now, but not in the same way. It's not some empty slate and it's not the same as meeting someone who is not a lover in that state either.
"How did you deal with it?"
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There are a lot of different ways she could answer it. She could reassure him with some half truth, smooth things over so he won't worry. But that wouldn't be real.
After a moment, she says, "it was hard. But in a way where I would pick that over something easy with anyone else. I wouldn't call it something I dealt with. That was just the reality of our lives. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours."