[Leipzig AU] good for trouble

[from_the_outside]

Busan glitters like a disco ball in the night, and no one gives them a second glance as they stroll through the fish market, Sharon in her white dress on Ross's arm, the rest of the team behind them. "Sophia," she says, warmly, and exchanges air kisses with the woman, her pink visor and plastic apron both bright. She knows to expect them, and after she pats Sharon fondly on the cheek, she nods them through.

They spread out through the casino, the team's voices low in her ear. She stays by Ross, playing the part of arm candy, applauding when he wins and consoling him when he loses.

There's no sign of Klaue yet, and the metal briefcase full of diamonds stays locked to the wrist of one of the other agents. "I'm going to get a drink," Sharon murmurs to Ross, and makes her way through the crowd to the bar. 

The martinis here are fine, but not as good as Nat's.

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[nerves_of_ice]

Ross is listening to Nakia just as intently as Sharon is. Bucky looks at T’Challa, and finds him watching Nakia.

“She has wanted to do this for a long time,” T’Challa murmurs. “She believes we should do more in the outside world.” He glances at Bucky. “Your Captain Rogers said much the same. What do you say?”

Bucky breathes in and out, slow and careful. “That you could do a lot of good, but that there are and have always been good reasons for your secrets, too,” he murmurs. “So if you were going to change any of that, you’d likely want to be careful about how you do it.”

[from_the_outside]

Everywhere she looks, the past and present and plans for the future are evident, from the materials used to the designs to the techniques leveraged to bring them to life.

"It's beautiful," she says, wholehearted and without hesitation when Nakia asks her what she thinks. "It's the most incredible place I've ever seen."

Her friend beams, joy a warm lamp behind her eyes. "Yes," she agrees. "I think so, too."

[nerves_of_ice]

T’Challa gives a thoughtful nod and says nothing more, and Bucky doesn’t push. He straightens from his position against the wall as the train begins its long arc toward the Citadel platform.

“I must meet with Okoye,” T’Challa says. “Nakia?”

[from_the_outside]

"I will show Sharon to her room," Nakia says, and smiles at her. "As much as I would like to show you more, Shuri is correct; you should rest. There is time. But after, I may go into the city."

"I'd like to see the city, myself," Ross says, surprising another smile out of Nakia. "If you wouldn't mind company."

"I would not," Nakia tells him, pleased. "I welcome it."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Then I will see you later,” T’Challa says, as the train comes to a stop and the doors slide open, whisper-quiet. “All of you.”

“Your Highness,” Ross agrees, with a nod of farewell. Bucky also nods, and moves to Sharon’s other side.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon eyes the women in armor flanking the door as they go in, but Bucky seems relaxed and Nakia seems to barely notice them, except to smile at them as they pass.

"Dora Milaje," she explains, seeing Sharon's bemused expression. "The royal guard."

Sharon nods in understanding and takes to looking around once more as they walk through the building with its graceful halls, high ceilings, and wide windows.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Remember Ayo and Mya from Berlin?” Bucky murmurs. “They’re Dora, too. Amazing skills. You’ll see.”

He stays near as they walk, but not so near as to make her feel crowded. Bucky looks at Ross. “Where’d they put you?”

“A really nice suite,” Ross says. “In, uh, the “fifth tribal wing,” whatever that means.”

[from_the_outside]

For some reason, Nakia looks both wry and amused at that. "It is a very nice suite," she agrees, and glances at Sharon, a small smile playing around her lips.

"I think you will like yours as well."

Sharon shakes her head, huffing a laugh. "I'm sure I will," she says. "Everything else here is pretty amazing, so why wouldn't that be, too?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“It is,” Bucky agrees, even as the glimmer of suspicion grows to near certainty as they make the turn into a very familiar hallway.

He glances at Nakia, who smiles innocently at him.

[from_the_outside]

They arrive in front of a door with potted and vining greenery at either side – as most of the doors have, plant life seems to be everywhere – and Nakia shows her how to unlock it, then gestures her inside.

It's a small suite with a cozy living area whose windows take up most of one whole wall, offering a gorgeous overlook across Wakanda's countryside towards the city. Nakia takes her into the bedroom and shows her the ensuite with its luscious tub and rainfall shower, then the closet which she has had filled with clothes in Sharon's sizes.

All in all, the rooms are bright, cheery, and comfortable, and she has to say they're probably at least as nice as her apartment back in Berlin. "It's great," she tells a beaming Nakia. "Thank you, Nakia."

[nerves_of_ice]

While Nakia shows her around, Bucky stays by the door with Ross. After a second or two, he asks, “Think you can find your way back here?”

“I’ve got a pretty good sense of direction,” Ross insists. Bucky watches him studying the hall, then sighs and relents. “Look,” he starts, and points out the patterns in the artwork that help to identify the level and wing where they are, explaining that each one has its unique design.

[from_the_outside]

She and Nakia return to the door, and Ross clears his throat as he turns towards her. "Rest up, Carter," he tells her, gruff. "That's an order."

"Yes, sir," she says, her mouth twitching. "Enjoy your trip into the city."

Nakia laughs. "He will," she promises, and gives Sharon a hug. "I am so happy to have you here," she murmurs. "And that you are well."

Sharon hugs her back, tight. "Me too," she says, soft. "Thanks for everything."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Thank you,” he says, simply, as Nakia pulls back. Her answering smile sparkles with amusement.

“You are welcome. We will see you later,” she tells him - tells them, and turns to Ross. “Come with me.”

Bucky looks at Sharon as they depart. “I should leave you to rest,” he murmurs, reluctantly. “But I won’t be far.”

[from_the_outside]

She gives him a faintly disbelieving look.

"How far is not far?" she asks, even though it's about to be a moot point.

[nerves_of_ice]

He smiles, and nods to the side to indicate direction.

“Next door.”

[from_the_outside]

She realizes what happened in the next second and laughs, shaking her head at the departed Nakia before she steps forward to tug at his shirt.

"Show me your room," she suggests, smiling more.

[nerves_of_ice]

He laughs, a soft huff of breath, and takes her hand to lead her out her door and the few steps needed to his own.

Bucky opens it onto an apartment that's styled very similarly to hers, but which has obviously had a person living there for a few weeks. Several books are evident in different places - one on the table by the armchair, itself next to its lamp by the window, a few more lined up neatly against the wall on the counter.

The blinds are open, letting in the view of the landscape and the city beyond. The bedroom door is open, and the bed is made with military precision... and the purple throw is folded neatly across the pillows, as though it's a pillow itself.

[from_the_outside]

She looks around, running the fingers of her free hand lightly over the armchair and the books next to it, then looks at the purple throw, folded there over his pillow.

"Nice room," she murmurs, and turns to look at him for a long moment, the look in her eyes warm and complex and happy, before she lets go of his hand and steps in to put her arms around his neck, hugging him close.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Ah god, baby--"

One arm goes around her waist and the other beneath the swell of her hips as he lifts her off her feet, pressing her against him. He tips his head to kiss her, deep and seeking and a little desperate.

[from_the_outside]

She shifts in his arms to wrap her legs around him and cradles his face in her hands, kissing him over and over, driving her fingers into his hair. "Bucky," she murmurs, against his mouth.

"I missed you so much."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yes," he whispers, and kisses her again. "So much. Every day," he tells her, between kisses, as he carries her toward the bedroom.

"I'd see you on that screen, and wish I could just reach through it, and--"

He keeps his arm tight around her waist for support and raises his right hand to her cheek. His fingers are trembling as he brushes them over her skin, then pushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. Bucky curves his hand over the nape of her neck and kisses her again.

[from_the_outside]

It's been so long and so much has happened, and she almost died yesterday without having seen him again. Her breath catches and her eyes close, her expression almost sore as his shaking fingers brush gently over her cheek and tuck her hair back over her ear, the way she'd imagined so many times.

She can't keep her eyes closed, has to open them to drink him in, adoring and more than a little desperate as she kisses him back. "Every day," she tells him back. "I never stopped thinking about you. God, I wanted to teleport here somehow, be right next to you, wake up and see you – "

She kisses him again and again, shifts to kiss his jaw, his throat, driving her fingers into his hair and gripping.

[nerves_of_ice]

He moans aloud as her fingers tighten in his hair, tipping his head back in response to her pull and giving her full access to his throat, shivering at the feel of her mouth on his skin.

Bucky reaches the foot of the bed and braces his knee on it, leaning over to lower her to the quilt, her hair spilling over his hand like a golden cloud.

"I need you," he whispers. "Sharon, baby, I need you."

[from_the_outside]

"I'm here," she promises. "You have me. God, baby, when I woke up and saw you – "

It's all too overwhelming; she wraps her arms around his neck and draws him down with her as her back hits the mattress, finding his mouth for another kiss, deep and drowning.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shudders, hard, and lets his weight press her down into the bed, kissing her over and over again.

"T'Challa called me from the flyer," he tells her, between kisses. "To tell me what had happened." As he talks, his hand finds the fastening of the jumpsuit and he begins to tease it open. "I asked to see you, and he showed me. You were so badly hurt, baby, I thought--"

He stops there to kiss her again, wild and wanting.