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[viuva]

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[armeyets]

Rain check.

[ but he doesn't want them to part on this off-kilter, semi-tense note — he already finds himself missing their more amiable back-and-forth — and so after a moment bucky adds, like a parting gift, or an olive branch: ]

I'll practice my footwork for you before then, Belova. Gotta make sure I don't step on your toes.

[ there's that small half-smile; apologetic, almost. ]

[viuva]

It's okay if you step on my toes. I know you're a little rusty, grandpa.

[ while his smile is apologetic, the one she offers is hopeful. yelena rather enjoys this inconsistent dynamic they've got going on. it's exhilarating in a way she can't quite explain, and it makes her heart race heaps quicker than it usually does on missions.

she's wiping down her glass with a washcloth she picked off from the refrigerator door (how long it's been there, she has no idea and she doesn't care).

she wishes she was the type to kiss people she liked goodbye, but she isn't. instead she runs her fingers along the fabric of the apron in a fleeting manner as she walks past it and past bucky, until she is at his balcony door — yes, she will keep avoiding the front door for as long as she can — and slipping back into her boots. ]

Thank you for the drink and for not shooting your friendly neighbourhood apron thief— Good night, James.

wrap or yours to close!

[armeyets]

[ bucky trails her to the exit, eventually propped against the doorway, shoulder and hip leaning against the doorframe as she steps out into the clamour on the balcony, the noise of the city swallowing them both back up. he's a hugger when he's finally comfortable with someone — pulling sam into it, arms clapping against shoulders — but they're not quite there yet, so he just watches her movements as she laces up her boots. the graceful turn of her shoulder, trained like a dancer; her laissez-faire ease with everything. ]

Good night, Yelena.

[ using her first name for the first time in a while, and contemplative as he watches her go, smoothly clambering over the railing and disappearing back into the night. ]