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[anotheroldsoldier]

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	» Age: Old man. » Seeking: To get out of the house more. Bones will start to creak otherwise. » Preferences: I don't know; women probably. No judgement here. » Interests: Big guns and things that explode. » Bio: I have a stupid nickname and a bad sense of fashion but an all right personality. And a bitchin' metal arm that you probably shouldn't ask about. Also, America. (And one day I'm going to rewrite this since I can't figure out how to delete my account.)
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	James "Bucky" Barnes
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[anotheroldsoldier]

Only because you messaged me on it.

Sure, there's a fun thing to talk about with your ex. I'm not, though. Curious, I mean.

[Which could either mean he's not interested in men or he's already gotten some experience with men.]

[latrodectus]

I'm very supportive.

Is that what I am? Your ex?

[ She could hardly deny it. But she wonders how much he's really moved on. Because he doesn't seem like he'd be very good at it. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

I'd appreciate that if I were curious.

[There's a bit of a delay between messages. What is Natasha to him? The love of his life, still, honestly, but he's trying to be good. Trying not to let on that there is a hole in his life that no one else can ever fill. He's really bad at moving on, but he's getting better at pretending.]

You did break up with me.

We're a lot of things to each other, I guess.

[latrodectus]

You think I broke up with you?

[ It's a reasonable interpretation, it's just not how she remembers it. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

We were still together when I came through the portal. I only knew we split when you told me. I haven't lived through all those things that happened after. I'm not that Bucky Barnes.

So that's what it felt like. Feels like.

I know it's complicated. I don't blame you, or resent you. Right now, as I am, I just can't imagine myself ever wanting to leave you.

[latrodectus]

A psychopath stole you from my mind, James. [ "Wanting to leave" didn't really have much to do with it. ]

But I'm not the woman you knew before, either. [ She was happy, then. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

I only know what you've told me. [Which isn't heavy on the details. It's hard to wrap his mind around an event he hasn't lived, something so earth-shattering and heart-breaking and horrible. He doesn't want to wrap his mind around it. Being apart hurts enough, no matter why it happened, and he's tried to give her space, thought that was what she wanted...] It's hard for me to take in, Nat. If I was an asshole, then or now, I'm sorry.

I know. We're not who we used to be.

I will always love you, you know that, right? Whether we're together or not. I just wish you'd talk to me more.

[latrodectus]

[ What does she want? She used to know. But things have been so wrong lately she's lost track of the mission. Out in the cold. ]

It's not that. I mean, you weren't. [ An asshole. ]

I miss you, too.

[anotheroldsoldier]

I probably was. I'm still sorry.

[And then he has to pause. Take a breath. Get a hold of himself.]

We don't have to keep being strangers.

[latrodectus]

There you go. Always punishing yourself for things that aren't your fault.

[ That was the easy part to type. The next bit is harder. ]

I'd like that.