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tookthewheelIt was Natasha's idea, though she hadn't been the only one thinking it.
She was better at voicing these things than Bucky was, who still got words muddled and locked up in his throat from time to time, especially over a subject like this. Natasha was just better at this sort of thing. That thing being inviting Sam Wilson into their relationship, just for a night (or maybe more than one).
Natasha broached the subject on a good day, when he had his head in her lap and her fingers were woven into his hair. One of her terrible Asylum movies was playing on the television, a studio that Bucky had come to appreciate as well for how utterly ridiculous they were in everything they did. No one could resist laughing at a film titled Sharknado, no matter what their past history which was he figured Natasha liked them so much. It was a good time for her to start a conversation on a topic she knew could startle Bucky, even if she was confident in her ability to read him.
Confidence that was proven right when, after a lot of talking, Bucky had agreed. So long as Sam was amenable he wanted him in what they had as much as Natasha did. There was something about Sam they both responded to, maybe they both needed in their lives, a lightness against what they both carried inside themselves.
Which only left bringing up the idea to Sam himself. That Bucky left in Natasha's hands, knowing she understood why he couldn't make that initial leap, with the promise to be there to back her up and cook something extra special for dinner that night, with a bottle or three of her favourite drink to go with it (because even if Bucky couldn't get drunk didn't mean he didn't enjoy the taste of it).
Now here they were.
She was better at voicing these things than Bucky was, who still got words muddled and locked up in his throat from time to time, especially over a subject like this. Natasha was just better at this sort of thing. That thing being inviting Sam Wilson into their relationship, just for a night (or maybe more than one).
Natasha broached the subject on a good day, when he had his head in her lap and her fingers were woven into his hair. One of her terrible Asylum movies was playing on the television, a studio that Bucky had come to appreciate as well for how utterly ridiculous they were in everything they did. No one could resist laughing at a film titled Sharknado, no matter what their past history which was he figured Natasha liked them so much. It was a good time for her to start a conversation on a topic she knew could startle Bucky, even if she was confident in her ability to read him.
Confidence that was proven right when, after a lot of talking, Bucky had agreed. So long as Sam was amenable he wanted him in what they had as much as Natasha did. There was something about Sam they both responded to, maybe they both needed in their lives, a lightness against what they both carried inside themselves.
Which only left bringing up the idea to Sam himself. That Bucky left in Natasha's hands, knowing she understood why he couldn't make that initial leap, with the promise to be there to back her up and cook something extra special for dinner that night, with a bottle or three of her favourite drink to go with it (because even if Bucky couldn't get drunk didn't mean he didn't enjoy the taste of it).
Now here they were.
