WinterWidow =⊙= One Shots

Once In Russia

"This was very clearly your fault."

"What? How, in any possible way, was this my fault?"

"I don't usually get tied up like this; I almost never get caught and tied up. Clearly, this was your fault."

"Please, James, I've seen those old news reels, I've seen how often you got captured back then. And besides, we both know you enjoy being tied up when it's just the two of us."

This comment brings a blush to his face and makes him grow silent, earning a smirk from the red-headed super-spy known as Natasha Romanov, AKA the Deadly Black Widow. Next to her, James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes, a man thought dead that the world now knows as the Winter Soldier, pilots a jet the two are using to get out of Russian airspace, escaping after a brief tenure in a Gulag. The two were infiltrating said Gulag to retrieve intel concerning a Soviet-era terrorist plot that had recently been activated and, though they were captured, the intel was enough for their allies back in the states to solve the crisis, and now, the two are just heading back home to join them.

"You know, I'm really glad the Russians damaged are comlink and no one could hear that." Bucky muses, as Natasha just laughs a bit, causing him to laugh himself. Neither of them were particularly 'funny' people; in their circle of friends, they're typically the serious one, as to be expected from two former Soviet human weapons who've spent over half a century either as brainwashed puppets or recovering atoners. But together, they always manage to bring a smile on each other's face, something that made their Soviet handlers once upon a time very reluctant to let them interact.

Now though, they're free, and even if they sometimes delve back into that darkness, the other is always there to help them out of it, and help when the other is in a bind, both metaphorically and literally.

"Well, Steve did catch us that one time, so I don't think it'd be news, and how many times have we walked in on Clint and Bobbi in compromising positions?" Natasha responds, making him shrug in agreement, laughing a bit more at that, as she got out of her seat, walking to the back of the plane as she removes her gear, stretching a bit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am in desperate need of a drink and a change of clothes."

"Yeah, let me get this thing out of missile range and I'll join you." Bucky adds, watching her as she walks past, making her smirk at him, swaying her hips intentionally to attract his attention.

"You need to take at least one shower before I let you 'join me' in anything, Barnes. You reek of Gulag." Natasha retorts semi-teasingly, stepping out of view as she removed her belts and boots.

"You don't smell too much better right now either, Romanov; fortunately the rest of you is still perfect." Bucky responds, making her smile back as he gets to a safer distance from Russian airspace. "You know, even when you're getting me captured and making me need to get us out of places."

"Oh really? That's how it is? James, I'm a master of stealth and espionage, and with that comes being an unequalled escape artist." Natasha claims boldly, calling back to him. "You're lucky you're cute; most people who doubt my skills don't tend to live long."

"So, you can escape anything, huh?" Bucky asks, switching to auto-pilot as soon as it's safe to, turning his chair around to face her.

"I'm a free woman, aren't I?" Natasha adds, turning back to him, before ducking back into the room, continuing her search for any stowed away alcohol. "Nothing's kept me prisoner for long before."

"That's true I suppose." Bucky muses as he got up, stepping out of the cockpit to join her, just as she found the mini-fridge, kneeling down to search it. With stealth rivalling her own, he crept up on her, before sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her off her feet with a hug, catching her off-guard and kissing her neck. "But you've never escaped me."