Soul Stealer ~ (A Bucky Barnes Love Story)

The Name Game

"Stop fidgeting," Nat barked, slapping my hand away, again. "I'm almost done."

"Can I ask you a question?"

She continued to inspect her work, my knee bouncing up-and-down repeatedly.

"You can ask me anything."

We were about to find out if that was really true.

"When a man and a woman...when you're with someone...say there's a scenario where..." I trailed off, unable to wrangle my thoughts or my raging hormones.

For the first time in an hour Nat stopped messing with my hair, rotating the chair so I was facing her. "Evelyn?"

I sighed, trying to figure out how to ask her what I wanted, no, needed to know. Best to just go for it. Nat was a straight shooter. She appreciated people cutting through the bullshit.

"Can you have sex for days?" I blurted out in a rush.

Being the highly trained spy that she was Nat didn't even bat a beautiful eyelash though I could tell she was holding onto her composure with duct tape and dreams.

"Why do you ask?"

I was already humiliated, might as well jump in with both feet.

"After the 'incident'..." That was what I'd taken to calling me almost dying and Bucky being stupid and almost dying with me, "Bucky was avoiding me so I tracked him down so I could beat his ass." Nat pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile. "I wanted to know why he was being weird, so I screamed at him until..."

"Until?"

"Well, one thing led to another and we ended up..."

"Having sex," Nat finished, raising one eyebrow.

"No!" I wished. "We danced then we almost kissed, but then Steve showed up and blocked the dick."

"Cock blocked," Nat corrected with a wave of her hand. "How did you go from screaming at him to dancing with him?"

"When I thought we were going to die there were all these things I wanted to tell him." She nodded, not looking the least bit surprised by what I felt was a major revelation. "You could pretend to be shocked."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll try harder."

Liar.

"I told him how I felt, sort of, and he said some things too." She stared at me, waiting. "He said we couldn't be together like that cause terrible people used to make him kill people for a living, and I told him he was full of shit."

"Does Steve know you talk like this?"

"Is now really the time for that question?"

"Sorry, no, go on," she replied, gesturing for me to continue.

"Anyway, I asked what he would do if I was just me and he was just him and nothing bad had ever happened to either of us. He said he'd ask me on a date, we'd go dancing, and before I knew it we were dancing. He was so close and he leaned down to kiss me but..."

"Steve blocked the dick."

"Exactly." Who knew Captain America could be such a downer? "He made a comment..." I could feel my cheeks heating up just thinking about it. "He said that when he got me in his bed I wouldn't be leaving for a few days."

She stared at me for a moment, and I fought the urge to squirm. You never really knew what was going on in Nat's head.

"Is that what you want? To be in his bed?"