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[modelsixtythree]

[Natasha can deal with a lot of things. She can roll with the goddamn punches with the best of them and come out on top because she's a Stark and that's what they do.

Stephen Strange, on the other hand, seems to be bound and determined to get on her last nerve. So when JARVIS informs her that the man himself is outside and metaphorically ringing the doorbell, she's more than happy to ignore it. For about a minute. Before JARVIS is essentially clearing his throat and letting her know that the good doctor left something behind.

It's only the knowledge that the asshole wouldn't actually do something damaging that keeps her from getting the armor as she stomps her way all the way down to the lobby. And comes face to face with a dead man standing just outside.

Okay, so maybe there are a few things she can't quite deal with.]

JARVIS, call Steph. Now.

[Somehow, she sounds almost calm as she says it. Probably because her brain has clicked offline somewhere.]

[stephanierogers]

[ Since practically birth, there were so many things out of her control but landing in the new time period only enhanced it and made it far worse. Countless things existed out of her reach and no matter how she tried she could never make up for the biggest time she failed. Bucky. The name alone cut her to the very core and left her gasping for breath in the dead of night when the screams were always far worse to deal with. The regret and remorse curled around her like a vice and oh so often she could barely breathe.

Punching bag number three, she only paused in her pursuit of forgetting when JARVIS' voice fluttered through. Why did Natasha want her for? She started to resume her fight stance but the insistence would not go away.

Fine! Ripping off her gloves with her teeth, she let them drop to the ground and did not bother fixing herself up in any other way before she headed outside to see what Natasha wanted.

That's when the entire world stopped turning.

She froze there, mouth gaping. What? How? When?

Swallowing thickly, she took a tentative step forward, heart right up there in her throat. ]

B-Bucky?

[rzhavyy]

[Bucky doesn't dare to think anything of it when the (notably attractive) woman appears in the doorway and tells Jarvis to call Steph. The name Jarvis rings a vague sort of bell-- something about Howard, if he remembers? He smiles at Natasha, warm and charming, about to ask where he is, maybe flirt a little. She's attractive and flirting is always easy.

And the rushing of the world around him? The war and his lingering injuries-- none of that is easy. And then there's a blonde woman in the doorway and all of those thoughts die a sudden and tragic death. Stephen had told him the year. There's no way-- But there she is, just like he remembers. Her hand reaching for him as the metal tore away.]

Steph? [He says her name with this mix of awe and wonder. Because the Sanctum Santorum sure didn't prepare him for this. Maybe he should have known from the first, but it was a common name, easy enough to brush away from the cobwebs in his mind. She gapes and he can't help the soft laugh, a cheeky sort of salute with his one good arm. He wants to hug her, wrap his arm around her-- but he's trying to pretend none of this rattles him, but the way she looks at him twists in his chest.]

C'mon, I can't look that bad.

[A twitch of an eyebrow, a bemused sort of smile. Like he's not missing an arm. But that was one of the roles he used to play; something solid, stable. Even if lately she'd been more like solid ground than he was, which had been disconcerting in its own way, but he'd never resented it. But now, well, he doesn't mind sliding back into being the one she leaned on.]