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driftfleet2015-06-09 04:05 pm
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Who: Bucky and Nat
Broadcast: nooooope
Action: SS Windrose
When: nowish
He should know better than to go on a name. Steve. It'd rolled off his tongue like seventy years hadn't separated the last time he'd used it in person, or the untraversable miles that exist between them now in outer space. There's no reason it should be any different just because someone by the last name Romanoff is here too. Hope's not a part of the view, when Bucky looks out at the world. There's what's real, what can be done about it, and everything else slots into place. This — having Natasha, of all people, around — shouldn't be an ill-fitting piece. She's been part of his world for long enough.
All he does is place a quick call, and receives a neutral reply. That's worrying, but it might just mean she's beat a strategic retreat and is pulling on the various threads to find the one web she can wait in on. Either way, his usual patience fails him again, as it did once when he woke up to find his whole world gone. The Windrose is quiet, and his footsteps echo as he walks towards what might be a heartbeat.
'Nat?' he calls, worry folded into the tone, 'Natasha?'
Broadcast: nooooope
Action: SS Windrose
When: nowish
He should know better than to go on a name. Steve. It'd rolled off his tongue like seventy years hadn't separated the last time he'd used it in person, or the untraversable miles that exist between them now in outer space. There's no reason it should be any different just because someone by the last name Romanoff is here too. Hope's not a part of the view, when Bucky looks out at the world. There's what's real, what can be done about it, and everything else slots into place. This — having Natasha, of all people, around — shouldn't be an ill-fitting piece. She's been part of his world for long enough.
All he does is place a quick call, and receives a neutral reply. That's worrying, but it might just mean she's beat a strategic retreat and is pulling on the various threads to find the one web she can wait in on. Either way, his usual patience fails him again, as it did once when he woke up to find his whole world gone. The Windrose is quiet, and his footsteps echo as he walks towards what might be a heartbeat.
'Nat?' he calls, worry folded into the tone, 'Natasha?'