[ The aardvark makes an indignant noise in answer as it uncurls wrinkly pink limbs onto the ground, but it does in fact toddle over to the offered hand, snout awriggle. Bucky just lets it, for a minute. ]
You're— [ Natalia, Natasha— His chin bobs at her buckle. ] Black Widow, right?
[ 'Black Widow.' Like she's some celebrity, existing only at a distance from him, on the far end of a rumor instead of the underside of his scars. It's not a very good lie, but it's better. ]
no subject
[ The aardvark makes an indignant noise in answer as it uncurls wrinkly pink limbs onto the ground, but it does in fact toddle over to the offered hand, snout awriggle. Bucky just lets it, for a minute. ]
You're— [ Natalia, Natasha— His chin bobs at her buckle. ] Black Widow, right?
[ 'Black Widow.' Like she's some celebrity, existing only at a distance from him, on the far end of a rumor instead of the underside of his scars. It's not a very good lie, but it's better. ]