Natasha gave him a look of understanding. She didn't need him to tell her. Steve wouldn't be able to help but assume that Bucky was starting to remember everything. Or everything as it had been. But unfortunately his life as the Winter Soldier was no doubt going to colour everything a little differently. And those memories would still be more fresh than the ones shared with Steve.
"Mm, why am I not surprised? I really can't imagine what would have happened if the serum had been taken by anyone else but Steve." She already knew the result of someone trying to replicate it. "Sometimes it's easy to forget he was ever any different. That he might have needed protecting. But I'm sure he never took it. Or asked."
Natasha tilted her head as she watched his gaze shift. She had to make a conscious effort not to let her fingers stray to either scar so that it didn't make him feel any worse. She couldn't help the wry smile that appeared, and a quiet snort of distaste. "The world got complicated. Friends were foes. Foes were hiding as friends. And while I'm sure you want me to pile on the blame, now that I know what was controlling you, I'm not going to. I realise it's easier for me to say that... and somewhat hypocritical. I still catch myself considering my, ah, sins. Hating who I was. What I did."
The smile turned into one of amusement, her own gaze fixed on that upturn of lips he was actually showing. It was a nice change. "If only the black hats were so easy to recognise these days. But short of murderous aliens, clear HYDRA agents, and murderbots... they're not so obvious."
Natasha gave one last stretch as she warmed up before setting herself into a fighting stance. She sized up Bucky, trying to work out the best way to approach him. It was true that she'd faced the Winter Soldier and lived. She got the distinct feeling that facing Sergeant Barnes was slightly different. Her mouth pulled to the side for a second before she became focused and darted in quickly, her feet seeming to barely touch the ground as she closed the gap quickly and moved to strike with a kick followed by an attempt to hit him in the chest.
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"Mm, why am I not surprised? I really can't imagine what would have happened if the serum had been taken by anyone else but Steve." She already knew the result of someone trying to replicate it. "Sometimes it's easy to forget he was ever any different. That he might have needed protecting. But I'm sure he never took it. Or asked."
Natasha tilted her head as she watched his gaze shift. She had to make a conscious effort not to let her fingers stray to either scar so that it didn't make him feel any worse. She couldn't help the wry smile that appeared, and a quiet snort of distaste. "The world got complicated. Friends were foes. Foes were hiding as friends. And while I'm sure you want me to pile on the blame, now that I know what was controlling you, I'm not going to. I realise it's easier for me to say that... and somewhat hypocritical. I still catch myself considering my, ah, sins. Hating who I was. What I did."
The smile turned into one of amusement, her own gaze fixed on that upturn of lips he was actually showing. It was a nice change. "If only the black hats were so easy to recognise these days. But short of murderous aliens, clear HYDRA agents, and murderbots... they're not so obvious."
Natasha gave one last stretch as she warmed up before setting herself into a fighting stance. She sized up Bucky, trying to work out the best way to approach him. It was true that she'd faced the Winter Soldier and lived. She got the distinct feeling that facing Sergeant Barnes was slightly different. Her mouth pulled to the side for a second before she became focused and darted in quickly, her feet seeming to barely touch the ground as she closed the gap quickly and moved to strike with a kick followed by an attempt to hit him in the chest.