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[snowstormed]

if i have wounded you if all the butterflies that i forged in your stomach pour from open breast then flee for window then cease to impress i apologize

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[ steve pushes to save him, not stop him. there's a small, quiet and largely unacknowledged part of natasha that is glad. she doesn't know if she would have made the same call, had it been her left with her finger on the button, a single word between destruction and redemption.

she's always been good at difficult decisions, but sometimes she wonders if really it's saving someone that's harder.

it takes weeks for her to ask to be put on the rotations - and even once she's in she never shows her face. she makes quiet observations, tiny little scratches of pencil on paper as she details every single movement, and she waits. for what, natasha isn't certain of, but she waits. she can't be sure how much SHIELD - or whatever they're calling the little they have left - knows about their history, and for now at least she isn't taking chances.

one day he opens his eyes, and there's something in the way the corners of his mouth turn down and the impassioned gaze towards the ceiling that changes her mind. it's the first time she's had to prepare herself for something in as long as she can remember, and the slight increase in her heart rate is an unwelcome intrusion. a breath is sucked in through her teeth, and then she steels her jaw before pushing open the door and finally stepping into the winter soldier's line of sight. ]

Do you know where you are? [ her voice is cool and calm, calculated to demonstrate no hint of emotion one way or another, and after a moment she raises her eyes from the sheet of paper in front of her, filled with her notes on the man in front of her, and really looks at him. ] Do you know why you are here?