[ it's another strange balance: bucky initially thought he would've been overprotective of his space, touchy about someone being here at all, making themselves at home like this. but instead, it warms something inside him. one of the nicest things about being down in delacroix was how easily he'd been welcomed into the wilsons' home, accepted as one of their community (their family?). the fact that they treated him as nothing special, not something to be frightened of: just sam's friend. yelena's nonchalance has a similar effect. it chips away at those built-up walls of his, the accumulated years' worth of loneliness and mistrust, as she slips right past those boundaries. ]

Technically, I think it's classified and I'm not supposed to tell.

[ but there's another hitch of his eyebrow, a sardonic expression, and bucky pushes on and tells her anyway. she might be rogue, but she's not an enemy. nat's the savviest judge of character he knows, and if she says the other woman is to be trusted these days— ]

Coming back from SHIELD headquarters. We were doing them a favour with some arms dealers working out of DC.

You ever noticed there's a shitton of heroes working out of New York? Between Spider-man and The Defenders and that time sorcerer guy, the city's pretty much covered locally. Kinda feels like the other cities need more representation.

[ which is also why he's so often away from home. any job he and sam are called out on, it's usually not happening here. ]