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Bucky gave her a look, laughing despite the situation “Get these things off of me so we go get them—” he huffed, watching her closely still. The men they were after had taken his metal arm off of him, leaving it a few feet away and him handcuffed to a pipe.
"A story?" he asked, confused, but not in a mocking way. He thought for a long time before he nodded. "Okay… have you ever heard Сестра Фокс и Брат Волк [Sister Fox and Brother Wolf]?" he asked quietly. He shifted again, smiling lazily at her.
They had laid like this many times. They spoke, not how they did now, but of who they had been sent to kill. Of how stupid Alexei was to not know his wife was sleeping with him. James… James liked how they talked now much more. It was safer words that passed between them, in a place where they could let themselves relax.
“Yes.” She lifted her head a bit, going to give him a look, but then she can tell he isn’t mocking and her head lowers back down again. “If I have, I don’t remember.” She admitted, though perhaps Ivan had told her it once, the name sounded familiar. It didn’t matter, he could tell her anything he wanted and she would be content. Her mind just needed something to focus on besides everything within it. She used to use books on tape for that once, but it never worked because she got too involved in it all.
The petite spy shifted a bit more and decided on using his chest as her pillow and finding the steady rise and fall as he breathed to be calming. She focused on that, working on the methods she knew to make herself relax. She started at her toes and worked up as she waited for his voice to fill her ears with the story he had mentioned.