Natasha is just. So. So good in this. I don't even know where to begin. All the little grace notes of friendship and the kind of kindness you have to foster after the Red Room, what Bucky means to her and the only ways she can allow herself to express it.
What surprises Steve is the open, naked anger on Natasha’s face as she turns on her heel and stalks out of the room.
On landing, Natasha had stalked off the flight deck and went straight to Fury's office. She had been in there for an hour; it was just possible to hear her shouting, actually shouting, at Fury.
Also, Christ, all the history between Steve and Bucky, all the little ways they've known each other, and how more than just a lifetime has been robbed from both of them.
Steve does not say: you weren’t grateful. In fact, you told me to get out of your sight, but a week later, two fifth-grade boys were beating the daylights out of me in an alley for telling them they were dirty bullies, and you showed up with some pipe and suggested that they should get fucked. You helped me clean up my face, and you came back from the corner store with two Cokes, and we put on the radio to listen to the Dodgers until our mothers came home.
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What surprises Steve is the open, naked anger on Natasha’s face as she turns on her heel and stalks out of the room.
On landing, Natasha had stalked off the flight deck and went straight to Fury's office. She had been in there for an hour; it was just possible to hear her shouting, actually shouting, at Fury.
Also, Christ, all the history between Steve and Bucky, all the little ways they've known each other, and how more than just a lifetime has been robbed from both of them.
Steve does not say: you weren’t grateful. In fact, you told me to get out of your sight, but a week later, two fifth-grade boys were beating the daylights out of me in an alley for telling them they were dirty bullies, and you showed up with some pipe and suggested that they should get fucked. You helped me clean up my face, and you came back from the corner store with two Cokes, and we put on the radio to listen to the Dodgers until our mothers came home.
BASICALLY CANON NOW.