[oom] the rest of you, the best of you, honey, belongs to me

[from_the_outside]

It's been a little over a month since Bucky brought her to that training space and told her he was making good on his promise; a little longer since she's met Ayo for an hour a day to spar and train and meditate and learn. In that time, Shuri's updated her suit and Bucky's prototype arm, and Nakia's successfully launched the first of her outreach centers in the place where a young N'Jadaka had once had his whole world shattered.

Ayo prefers to train with her either early in the morning or late in the cool of the evening. Today was the latter, and steam is lifting off Sharon's shoulders as she walks back from the Citadel, her hair a sweat-damp mess in a ponytail, her muscles aching pleasantly. 

She's back on top. Between Bucky and Ayo, she's faster now than she ever has been; more adaptive, more thoughtful about her approach. She still can't beat Bucky one on one, but Ayo had tested her against Aneka, another Dora, recently, and she'd more than held her own. She's flexible and strong and her cardio hasn't been this good in years.

More than that, she's happy, the way Bucky wanted her to be. She has some direction, and that's all she really needed. What she'll do with it is the next step, but she's not quite there yet. For now, she strolls down the path toward the hut by the lake where she's been more or less living with him, the sunset light just now dying from the sky. She's so lost in her thoughts it takes her a second even to realize that there's a buzzing coming from the pocket of her tote bag.

And it's not like she was expecting a call, anyway. Who would it even be from?

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[from_the_outside]

"It might be worth it to T'Challa just to find out if there's anymore chatter about black-market vibranium," she murmurs, and reaches across the table for his hand. "Yeah."

There's really no getting around that. He's a famous face, for more reasons than one, and the hunt for him is still active while she's largely been relegated to 'apprehend if seen' status. "How would you feel about being my handler?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"It might. Additional intel on something that important never hurts."

He threads his fingers with hers and raises her hand so he can press a quick, gentle kiss to her palm.

"If you want me as your handler, you've got me."

[from_the_outside]

That's not quite what she asked, but she won't press him on it. "I want you as involved as it's good for you to be," she murmurs.

"Even if it's just helping with planning. I'll feel a lot better about any mission if I've got you strategizing it with me."

[nerves_of_ice]

"You have me," he repeats. He's not sure if he's entirely ready for this, but he knows he's good at it, and he's better than he was in a lot of ways.

[from_the_outside]

"I know, baby."

She squeezes his hand and gives him a small smile. "Why don't we sketch out the op so I have something to present to T'Challa?"

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky smiles back. "I think we're going to need more coffee for this," he teases, lightly. "I'll put on another batch, and we can go from there."

[from_the_outside]

"I think you're right."

She gives him a grin and a wink and lets go of his hand as her phone chirps, presumably with the info dump from Fury. "Come on, Barnes. Let's shake the rust off."