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James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes ([personal profile] trainwrecked) wrote2014-06-01 12:17 am

For [personal profile] ashyperfume

It took a while, before he dialed the phone on the card. Weeks, he thought, he wasn't very good at keeping up with the dates. Or, rather, he didn't care that much.

But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.

In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.

"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."

That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-10-04 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She stayed where she was. Didn't touch him. Didn't move towards him. Let him work through the feeling, process. Probably she should have been afraid . . . But so much harder to be afraid of a man depositing a glass of water on the floor nearby, who then knelt outside the door and waited for her to speak.

A flicker of something darted through her face, unnamed, and she paused in turn, her brow furrowing, pressing in an echo of his.

"I can't promise not to hurt you. I will hurt you at some point; I do that. Angry or careless or god knows what else. I tend to do that, and I'm not sure I would know how to stop if I tried. I'll bumble into things, scramble things up, take them apart, and if no one tells me no, I'll take it all down."

A breath. "So tell me when I've gone too far. I don't pretend to know where you've been. And I don't pretend to know what I'm -- either of us -- are doing. I could mess this up still."

And words as soft as the breath: "I've never wanted to hurt anyone at all."
Edited 2014-10-05 02:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-10-05 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hurting is a part of life." The words were quiet, whether they were agreement or reflection or some combination of the two, it was hard to say. The corners of her mouth turned up wryly, eyes still closed. "And whether or not I'm a better person is still out for the jury. Hurting because you want to, or hurting because you don't know how to do anything else . . . in the end, is there that much of a difference?"

Her lashes separated as her eyes came back to him in turn. Stayed. The wryness was still there, but it had softened, including him in the joke -- and in that, there was acceptance. "How many restarts do you think we get per night?"
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[personal profile] ashyperfume 2014-10-07 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes stayed with him for the first comment, studying him for a long moment before her shoulder lifted. "I suspect you have every reason to be angry enough. And every right at this point to do as you see fit. Though sometimes, James . . . I can't help but wonder if you're trying to warn me, too."

As to starting over, it was a good response, and one that brought the luring of a smile back to the corners of her mouth. But she knew better. "Does that mean that I can get you to try Chinese again if I avoid spice and promise not to laugh?"