[AU] these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul

[from_the_outside]

They've all entered a kind of tense détente after the ill-advised dinner party. Tony throws himself into work, Sharon and Pepper mostly avoid each other, and Steve, Vision, and Nat continue with oversight duties.

And the thing is... Tony's working it out. 

Not a removal, exactly, but he's getting close, he'd told them, to at least blocking the commands. It's not perfect and it's not a permanent solution, but it's a step in the right direction. It's also a step in the direction of Tony needing to test the words on Bucky himself, and so Sharon and Steve are on extra high alert, keeping an eye out for any indication that Bucky's retreating into himself again. Sharon's mostly moved into the room they share in Steve's apartment for that very reason, though she still isn't wholly comfortable with being in Steve's space all the time.

He's away today, working with Sam and Rhodey on a veteran's outreach program, so it's Sharon who walks with Bucky through the halls of the compound towards Tony's rooms. "It's you and Vision with Tony today," she tells him, and glances across the distance they're careful to maintain when not alone behind closed doors.

"How are you feeling about everything?"

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[from_the_outside]

Sharon slips on a pair of sunglasses and turns on the car radio, then settles back to see what the little car can do. Like all the others in the Avenger garage, it's perfectly tuned and leaps forward eagerly beneath her hands as the wind whips around them.

She laughs and accelerates, pushing the convertible as fast as is probably safe on these empty back roads. It feels like freedom.

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans back in his seat and tips his face up to the sky, taking simple pleasure in the feel of the sun and the air, breathing deep and unfettered for the first time in a while.

"If you get a ticket I'll pay it," he teases. "Go as fast as you can."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon laughs, bright as the sun shining down all around them.

"You got it, baby," she says, and puts her foot down on the accelerator. The little convertible springs forward like a racehorse. "Hold onto your hat."

[nerves_of_ice]

He puts his left hand on top of his head, pretending, and gives her a wide-eyed, laughing look.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon laughs again. He's happy and relaxed and delighted and teasing, and her heart lifts like it's full of helium to see it.

"Cute," she says, amused. "Very cute."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky grins and lowers his hand.

"Wherever you want to go," he tells her. "Take us there. I'll go with you anywhere."

[from_the_outside]

"It's probably too far a drive to take you where I want to go," she says, amused. "But how about town?"

She nudges the little car in the direction of the small town where they'd walked around before and sends them gleefully zooming over the small dips and rises that mark the land between here and there.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Town's good," he agrees. "Where else would you want to go?"

After a second, he adds, "Someday I'd like to take you to Brooklyn."

[from_the_outside]

"It would be nice to go back to the house in Virginia for a little while."

Clean, crisp mountain air, the green of the trees all around them, perfect peace and quiet. She glances over at him, smiling. "I'd like that. I've never spent much time there."

Turning her attention back to the road, she asks: "What would we do while we were there?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"It would," he agrees, something soft and longing in his tone as he remembers the images that had flickered through his mind at the thought of homecoming. "It really would."

"And I don't know, but I bet we could figure something out. Maybe I could take you to Coney Island, for one."

[from_the_outside]

"I've never been," she admits, "so that would be really fun. And it's almost baseball season, so – Coney Island and a game?"

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky grins at her. "It's a date."

[from_the_outside]

She takes her hand off the gearshift to catch his and squeeze it, grinning back at him, then lets go to put both hands on the wheel and send them accelerating along the back country roads towards the little town.

[nerves_of_ice]

It's not a long drive, all things considered, but it's just long enough to feel distant from the compound, which is enough for him.

He waits for Sharon to park the car, then hops out and goes around to open the door for her. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?"

[from_the_outside]

"Not really." She smiles as he comes to open the door and help her out, then shoulders her bag and locks the convertible.

"It's a weekend, so maybe there'll be a farmer's market or something that we can check out."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Maybe," he says, and it's obvious from his expression that he likes that idea. "We should swing by a cash machine first."

[from_the_outside]

"I think I saw one by the bookstore before," she says, and holds out her hand to him with a smile.

"Come on, let's see what we can see."

[nerves_of_ice]

He laces his fingers with hers and keeps easy pace at her side as they make their way to the bookstore, where Sharon's memory proves accurate. Bucky inserts the same slim black card he'd used before, and pulls a couple of hundred in mixed bills from fives through twenties.

[from_the_outside]

Her mouth twitches, slightly, at the sight of the black card.

"James Rushman, huh?" she says, arch. "Any relation to Natalie?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"A long time ago," he confirms. "But the identity's still a good one. My half of it, anyway. I suspect she made some tweaks to hers over time."

[from_the_outside]

"Mm."

His fingers are still laced with hers and she squeezes them, a little. "A long time ago, huh?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Mm-hm." He runs his thumb lightly over the inside of her wrist. "In Paris, for a while. Among other things."

[from_the_outside]

"I remember you said you liked Paris," she murmurs.

His touch is soothing along the inside of her wrist, but she still glances at him and has to ask. "Long enough ago?"

She knows more details now than she had in Greece, but even then she'd known enough to make an educated guess. And she and Nat might have talked it over and made sure they're fine, but she hasn't talked to him about it yet.

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky turns to look at her, utterly startled.

"What?"

[from_the_outside]

She makes a face back at him. "Come on," she says.

"Just wondering if there's anything, you know... lingering."