[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]

"That sounds great," she tells him, and sets down the next chunk of log. "It's a date."

She's not picking up the language as quickly as he is, but she still likes hearing him speak it, or read it. After a third log, she turns back to him with her hands ready and a thoughtful expression on her face. "Baby, I got a phone call on the way back here."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Oh?" He pitches the next piece of wood to her, even as a slight frown appears as he takes in her expression. "Who from?"

There's not many people who have her number, after all. Natasha? Worry spikes, and he does his best to subdue it. If it were serious, she'd have mentioned it first thing.

[from_the_outside]

"Fury."

She catches the next piece and sets it down, then turns back to him in the rhythm they've started. "He and Hill are following up on the intel from the auction. He made some connections between Kwan and the intel we took from Thessaloniki; remember?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not likely I'd forget." Not any more, anyway. He's watching her a lot more closely now, but he doesn't let the easy timing of each toss falter.

"Did they find something?"

[from_the_outside]

"He said it named a contact. Or a code word, maybe. Green."

She catches the next log and sets it down neatly. "He wanted to know if Kwan had mentioned anything about any 'Green' to me."

Sharon glances over at him as she turns for the next toss. "Have you ever heard about anything like that?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not off the top of my head." He pitches the next log to her, then straightens, hands resting loosely at his sides as he considers.

He'd been under when Sharon and Steve had come back from the op, and couldn't have been at any debriefings, so it's obvious that's not what she's asking. He frowns again, thinking hard, trying to cast back in his own memory the way Elder Dikeli had suggested, like throwing a net into deep water and letting it sink.

[from_the_outside]

She pushes a damp lock of hair off her forehead and takes a breather as she watches. He's gotten much better at accessing memories – both from the short- and the long-term – but it helps if he can focus.

So she doesn't interrupt, just waits to see if he comes up with anything.

[nerves_of_ice]

Deep waters, these. He doesn't try to push, doesn't try to fight it, just lets the imagined net sink and follows it down.

"Sss," he says, after a moment. It sounds like nothing more than a thoughtful hiss. "Ess. Sss. I can't - something green, green something. I thought it was a code word. Passcode. Not a person. Maybe?"

[from_the_outside]

"That's really good, baby," she praises. If he'd heard something, enough for it to stick in his mind, then maybe Fury really is onto something. "Fury said his intel suggested 'Green' is a trader, like Gray was. But for less palatable clientele."

She frowns and shakes her head. "I don't like it."

[nerves_of_ice]

"No kidding. There's nothing there to like." He leaves off searching in the murky depths of his memory; maybe something else'll bubble up later, if he's lucky.

"You going to pass it on to Ross?"

[from_the_outside]

"Mm."

It's not a yes or a no, just a thoughtful sound. "Ross is heading back Stateside soon, I think. We won't have him there to pull on the Task Force's strings, soon."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Bad news for the Task Force." He bends to pick up another piece of wood, but instead of tossing it to her he hefts it thoughtfully in his hand.

"At least he got deals done for Barton and Lang."

[from_the_outside]

She nods, still preoccupied. "I told Fury I'd review the intel," she tells him. "See if anything jumps out at me."

Sharon shakes her head. "I asked who he was sending, and she will need all the help she can get."

[nerves_of_ice]

He winces at the way she says that. "That bad, huh? I can help you look through stuff, if you want. Or see if I can tease anything out of what I remember."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon nods to his offer, but she's still focused on the thought of Giulietta being sent into the lion's den.

"A tech based in Venice," she says, to his question. "There's no way she's up for anything other than a standard intel drop. And this stuff they're playing with, Bucky... that Extremis stuff? It is bad news. She'll be in way over her head."

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky narrows his eyes, not liking the sound of that. He also doesn't like the suspicion that's beginning to stir deep inside him.

Why would Fury tell her that in the first place?

He absently tosses the wood to land with the rest of the stack and walks over to her, searching her face. "She someone you know?"

[from_the_outside]

"I've worked with her a few times before," she tells him. "I don't know her well, she's not a friend, exactly, but she's also not a field agent. And you know how even a cold trail can suddenly go hot and bite you in the ass."

She breathes out a slow, steady rush. "I know he's got a skeleton crew right now, but I don't like it. I don't like it at all."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yeah. I know." He's had enough experience with things going from sugar to shit unexpectedly, and what it takes to react and survive.

He doesn't like this either, for more reasons than one, the most important being the way Sharon's looking right now.

"Maybe we can find something that'll get him to reconsider," he suggests.

[from_the_outside]

"We've got all evening," she says, and reaches out for one of his hands. "We can spend a little time going through that old intel again, right?"

Not all night, she tells herself. It's not her case, it's not her mission. She's just... consulting.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Sure we can." He squeezes her fingers, and doesn't let go. "Want to go back up to the Citadel? We can put stuff up on the screen in your room."

Although she spends most of her time with him down here - which is a source of quiet joy to him and not something he'd ever dream of complaining about - he knows perfectly well that the Citadel apartments are more comfortable and definitely more tech-enabled.

[from_the_outside]

She gives him a dubious glance. "If we do that, we won't get our fire and storytime," she points out, but it's not as strong an opposition as she wishes it were. And she does have a nicer shower up there, along with a bathtub they can both fit in.

[nerves_of_ice]

He shrugs, very slightly. "Something to look forward to for tomorrow."

[from_the_outside]

That's true. There's tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that one, all of them continuing in an unbroken line here in Wakanda.

Still, she hems and haws over it for a moment before giving in. "Okay," she agrees. "Should we plan to sleep up there?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Might as well. As long as you don't mind that I'll have to come back down at dawn to deal with the goats," he warns her. He's beginning to get the feeling that it's going to be a late night. "I'll try not to wake you, though."

[from_the_outside]

"I never mind that."

She tugs him a little closer with the hand she's holding and pushes up to kiss him gently. "And I don't mind if you wake me up, either. Maybe I'll come back down here with you."