[Leipzig AU] a means to a necessary end

[nerves_of_ice]

It's a long flight from Berlin to Novosibirsk and the secret location far beyond it, even in a Quinjet. They spend the time planning and coordinating. Bucky describes the structure and security of the facility itself as best he remembers. Tony calls up plans and blueprints from god knows where and throws them into the middle of the plane for all to see. They're not the same as what Bucky remembers, they figure out fairly quickly, but they're better than nothing.

Tony also takes over the back of the plane and snaps at anyone who comes close, doing something that involves shifting screens and models of buildings and wave patterns and a human skull, and the eventually the low humming grind of a machine. Soon after, he stalks back up to the front of the plane and shoves a set of custom-fabricated earplugs at Bucky, who stares at them and then at Tony.

"Noise-cancelling all the way to total sound blackout. Tap the end of the earpiece to deafen yourself," Tony informs him. "Last thing we need's for you to be his puppet." Bucky starts to stammer a thanks, but Tony growls something under his breath and stalks back to the back of the plane again to work on something else. Steve catches Bucky's eye and shakes his head, and Bucky decides to leave well enough alone.

Sam advises everyone to rest in shifts; Bucky knows he's not wrong, but neither he nor Steve can do it, and after a while Sam stops trying to convince them. Natasha sits with him for a while, her eyes dark with concern. They don't say much, but there's no need to.

A Snowcat is parked outside the door of the facility when they land. Bucky's jaw sets in hard lines at the sight of it, and he trades a look with Steve.

They're already here.

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[from_the_outside]

She's not wholly sure Steve wants it to change, as far as she goes, but she knows he'll reach out, because she's important to Bucky. The same reason she'll reach out to him.

She doubts either of them are each other's first choice for emotional support, but that's not really the point right now. "Okay," she murmurs. "I'll keep in touch with him. I promise."

[nerves_of_ice]

Some almost imperceptible tension that had been settling into his shoulders relaxes at that.

"Good." It's very, very soft. "Thank you."

[from_the_outside]

"Besides," she says, after she lifts their linked hands to press a kiss to his fingers.

"It's not like they don't have phones in Wakanda. You'll still be able to talk to us. And I know he'll do whatever it takes to visit you, too."

[nerves_of_ice]

He makes a quiet noise that's not quite disagreement... but it's close.

"You heard T'Challa."

[from_the_outside]

She shrugs, slightly.

"I have my own Wakandan contact," she says, quietly. "And I'll use it if I need to. I've still got a lot of strings left to pull."

[nerves_of_ice]

Unconsciously, his arms tighten around her. He's spent more than half the day since this bombshell dropped trying to come to terms with all that it means, when he wasn't actively trying to ignore it.

One of those things is the near-certainty that he won't see them again, not for some time, if at all.

Hope is painful, he realizes.

[from_the_outside]

His arms tighten around her and she slides her own down to hold him back.

"You said you were mine as long as I wanted you," she says, fiercely. "You promised. So I'm keeping you."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I did," he murmurs. "And I meant it. For as long as you want."

[from_the_outside]

"Then buckle in, baby," she says, softly. "Because I'm not going anywhere.":

[nerves_of_ice]

Slowly, deliberately, he leans up to kiss her again, and smiles at her when it breaks.

"Okay."