[oom] an indentation in the shape of you

[from_the_outside]

Her room is closer. If he had to get up to take care of the goats, she'd walk them back down to the little hut by the lake, but K'Senge will still come by in the morning, and her room is closer.

"Follow me," she says, and steps back to take his hand in hers, then walks with him through the quiet halls of the Citadel until they reach her door. She unlocks it and draws him inside, then closes it firmly behind them again. 

Her heart is racing, anticipation chasing sweet fire through her veins as she puts her arms back around his neck. "Welcome to my humble abode," she murmurs, smiling, and kisses him.

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[from_the_outside]

"They did," she tells him. From here, at a remove from the last three weeks, content and saturated with happiness, she can think about it without a pang.

"It was sweet of you."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I hoped you'd like it."

He shifts a little, drawing her a little closer.

[from_the_outside]

"I liked them a lot."

She tips her head back to look at him. "But I like having you back more."

[nerves_of_ice]

He bends his head to kiss her.

"I'm back," he says, softly, "And I'm not ever going under again."

[from_the_outside]

She kisses him back, soft and sweet, and smiles a little as she looks at him.

"Welcome back."

Her fingers trace idly over the soft skin of his belly. "How do you feel?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He gives the question serious consideration. "Lighter," he decides on. "Relieved. I don't know if I can describe it."

He glances at her, trying to see if she wants him to try.

[from_the_outside]

She props her head up on a fist and meets his glance with her own curious one.

"'Lighter' sounds good," she says, encouragingly, tracing soothing patterns over his stomach.

"You must be feeling all kinds of things."

[nerves_of_ice]

He nods. "I'm not sure I even know them all yet."

How can he even begin to describe it?

"Being the Winter Soldier..." He shakes his head, giving up on that line for the moment, and tries coming at it from a different direction.

"It's been a long, long time. Since I knew - since I knew - that no one was in control of me but me."

[from_the_outside]

She nods and keeps up a slow, directionless touch.

"Thus the test." Shuri hadn't been pleased when she realized that Sharon and T'Challa had known what would happen. "It must be pretty overwhelming to know it for sure again."

[nerves_of_ice]

The feel of her hand on his skin is steadying.

"It was the only way to know. To really know."

[from_the_outside]

"It was."

No matter how fraught, how stressful. She can't even imagine how he'd felt in those moments, waiting for the veil to fall, waiting to be sucked under again. And if it had gone wrong. "You would have gone crazy worrying otherwise."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shakes his head, denying that, but says nothing else at first.

[from_the_outside]

Hm.

She flattens her hand on his stomach and moves it in soothing circles. "Baby," she coaxes.

"What?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"There was always going to be a test."

[from_the_outside]

A small frown pulls between her brows as she looks at him.

"What do you mean?"

[nerves_of_ice]

Finally, he glances at her.

"I didn't know Ayo had been thinking about it, too. When I started planning."

[from_the_outside]

It makes sense. He would always have needed to be sure.

But there's something she doesn't like about it all the same. She watches him with serious dark eyes and keeps up a steady grounding touch of her hand on his stomach.

"What was your plan?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He sighs, very quietly.

"I had a couple of them. Just in case." Bucky shifts, putting his hand over hers, holding on.

"For one, I thought I'd try a recording. I didn't know if it would work if they were recorded, but it seemed reasonable enough to try."

Another slow breath, in and out.

"Including a command, for if it did work."

[from_the_outside]

That frown digs itself a little deeper into her brow. "A command?"

Oh, she already knows she's not going to like this. "What command?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"There's a cliff," Bucky tells her. "Risk avoidance doesn't seem to have ever been part of the programming, so I should have been able to jump. It's possible to survive the fall--"

Probably. After all, T'Challa had.

"--but the shock would have knocked me out of it. I think."

[from_the_outside]

She was right. She hates this plan.

(She hates that risk avoidance wasn't part of the programming.)

Her hand tenses under his before she forces it to relax again.

"Well, I'm glad it didn't come to that," she says, as calmly as possible. Considering the situation and the topic, she thinks she does a passable job. "Were the others along the same lines?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not exactly," he says, well aware of the increase in tension. "But we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter now, right?"

[from_the_outside]

"It still matters," she tells him, and her voice is quiet but firm. "Baby. Of course it still matters. It's all part of... all of this."

She leans down to kiss his shoulder, props herself back up again to watch him. "Even if you never have to use any of them, I still want to know."

[nerves_of_ice]

He's not sure she really does, but after studying her face for several seconds, he decides to take her at her word.

"If the recording didn't work, I'd still have had to have someone try in person. Just in case that mattered," he tells her.

"If it had... I'd have had to go back under, find someone else who could help--"

He grimaces slightly at that, before his expression goes carefully neutral.

"--or remove the source of the problem."

[from_the_outside]

She watches the expression drain out of his face and her stomach clenches.

"Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about the trigger words?"