[ and maybe all of this and the tenor of their dynamic is shockingly similar to having a crush on your best friend's younger sister— that is, if all three of you are habitual killers with a lifetime's worth of murder behind you, but still. it's straddling that line between teasing her and flirting with her, and he is, actually, extraordinarily bad at pinpointing where that narrow differentiation lies.
and then yelena does all that, and bucky splutters. ]
What? No! Your thighs are very nice but you don't have to prove anyth—
[ except now that she'd summoned it up, now he was picturing one of them — probably him, let's be honest, despite all her bluster— carrying her towards that bed. he's suddenly realising that not having a bedroom was a newfound Problem™, because it meant the bed was just sitting right there in plain view, even when you were trying to entertain a guest in your living room. he'd never had a guest before. he hadn't thought through how intimate a studio apartment was; how all of the walls were disassembled and she'd have such a plain view into every empty corner of his life.
he didn't even have a couch. if they wanted to sit next to each other without having to pull a plain wooden dining chair beside a stuffed armchair, they'd have to sit on the bed instead. this is a Problem™!! ]
If you gotta know, what I was planning on doing was asking if you wanted a drink. Y'know, before you climb off my balcony and flee over the rooftops like Batman.
shh ok NOW i vanish
and then yelena does all that, and bucky splutters. ]
What? No! Your thighs are very nice but you don't have to prove anyth—
[ except now that she'd summoned it up, now he was picturing one of them — probably him, let's be honest, despite all her bluster— carrying her towards that bed. he's suddenly realising that not having a bedroom was a newfound Problem™, because it meant the bed was just sitting right there in plain view, even when you were trying to entertain a guest in your living room. he'd never had a guest before. he hadn't thought through how intimate a studio apartment was; how all of the walls were disassembled and she'd have such a plain view into every empty corner of his life.
he didn't even have a couch. if they wanted to sit next to each other without having to pull a plain wooden dining chair beside a stuffed armchair, they'd have to sit on the bed instead. this is a Problem™!! ]
If you gotta know, what I was planning on doing was asking if you wanted a drink. Y'know, before you climb off my balcony and flee over the rooftops like Batman.