[oom] secrets will out

[nerves_of_ice]

Clearing underbrush by hand is messy work, but he's gotten the last of it knocked out for the season and can't help but take a little pride in that. Bucky considers sluicing off the grime in the shower and decides on a different, faster option.

He wanders back into the hut a little while later and slings a towel around his neck to stop his hair from dripping. He has to move Sharon's tote bag from the top of the clothes chest where she sometimes leaves it while she's sparring with Ayo, and sets it aside on the floor while he digs out a fresh set of clothes.

Somewhere deep inside the bag, her phone rings. He makes a mental note to tell her she's missed a call, and takes his wet clothes outside to hang them out to dry. When he comes back, the phone's ringing again.

And again, a third time, then a fourth, while he frowns at the bag and argues with himself. He doesn't want to invade her privacy, but something's clearly up.

On the fifth set of rings, Bucky digs out her phone and looks at it. He frowns sharply on seeing the contact, and answers the call without speaking.

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[from_the_outside]

"I'm good." She comes to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at him with a small frown.

"Is everything okay?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He doesn't answer that directly, but nods to the table where her phone still lies waiting. "I didn't set out to go through your stuff or anything, but it wouldn't stop ringing, so I figured I better check it out."

[from_the_outside]

She follows his glance to the table, then looks back at him. "That's okay. I don't care if you answer my phone."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Okay." He makes himself stay where he is, and does his best to keep his body relaxed. "It was Fury. He has a job for you. Another one."

[from_the_outside]

"He does, huh?"

She can't blame him for trying. It's not as though she'd been resistant to working with him before. "Did he say what it was?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"No details. Might have figured it wasn't my business." He tips his head back a little, searching her face. "Sounds like it might be a field mission, though."

[from_the_outside]

"Oh?"

Just what the hell had Fury said to him? "I'll call him back and see. Even if it is, it's probably something he's got covered."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I doubt it." He keeps his tone as neutral as he can. "Since that's why he called."

He doesn't want her to keep dodging. He doesn't like that she thinks she has to lie to him - or if not lie, exactly, then to evade.

He doesn't like any of this, but he suspects he knows what he needs to do.

[from_the_outside]

She looks back at him at that tone, neutral and calm and not like anyway he's sounded when they've talked about Fury before. "Don't worry, Bucky," she says, hoping to cut any concerns off at the pass. "I'll talk to him and figure it out. Thank you for letting me know."

[nerves_of_ice]

"When you do, you should probably cut him some slack." He uncoils from the floor and comes to his feet in a single lithe motion, then turns his back on her as he goes over to start making coffee.

"He didn't realize it wasn't you that answered the phone."

[from_the_outside]

He turns his back on her, and it feels like getting a door slammed in her face. "What do you mean?"

Slowly, slowly, cool dread uncoils in her stomach. "What did he say?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He pours water from the pitcher into the kettle as he talks. "He wanted to know if you'd decided to stop giving him the cold shoulder."

Bucky switches the induction cooktop on and swings around again, leaning back against the little counter as he does. His gaze, dark and level, locks with hers and holds. "Me, I'd like to know why you started."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon frowns at him, internally cursing Fury. How the hell had the man managed to lead SHIELD when he's this bad at keeping secrets? "Sounds like Fury was feeling a little dramatic today. I haven't been giving him any cold shoulder. You know I've been working with him."

[nerves_of_ice]

His direct stare doesn't waver. "I know you have. From here."

[from_the_outside]

"Yes. From here." It's been a long time, but the way he's looking at her, the way he's measuring his words... they could almost be back in that abandoned cottage by the river in France. The very first time they'd met face to face.

She doesn't get up. She doesn't want to do anything that might seem like she's arguing with him. "That's all he's really needed me for."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Is that all you've wanted?" Point blank.

[from_the_outside]

She looks back at him, steady. "It's all I'm willing to give him," she says, just as direct. "I know what I'm doing, Bucky. And he knows better than to ask me for field work right now."

[nerves_of_ice]

She may believe she knows what she's doing, but he doubts she knows what it's doing to him. Now that he knows, that is; now that he's not letting himself turn a blind eye any longer.

"Why right now?" he asks, silently willing her to tell him the truth instead of twisting aside from it.

[from_the_outside]

Why now? There can only really be one reason, can't there? Hadn't she said as much to Elrond? People make all kinds of sacrifices for the ones they love.

She gets up and comes over towards him, steps slow, and reaches for his hands when she's close enough. "You need me here more than he needs me there," she says, gentle. "That's good enough for me."

[nerves_of_ice]

There it is.

He breathes in, slow, and exhales just as slow. He doesn't pull away when she takes his hands, but he doesn't reach back for her in turn.

Low, but clear --

"It's not good enough for me."

[from_the_outside]

She stares at him, eyebrows drawing together.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Do you think I want you to limit yourself because I'm broken and messed up inside?"

Anger tries to rise. He smashes it flat, letting the bitter weariness of despair wash over him instead.

"Don't you see what that'll do to us?"

[from_the_outside]

"Bucky, stop." His hands are limp in hers, but that doesn't stop her from gripping them more tightly. "It's okay. There will be other missions. We won't be here in Wakanda forever."

She shakes her head at him, stubborn. "I'm not limiting myself. I'm... choosing what's important."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It's not okay, and there's more than one thing that's important here." He sighs out a breath and brings his hands up, drawing hers along with the movement until he can cup them between his.

"It might be different if you didn't want to go. But can you honestly say you don't?"

[from_the_outside]

"No." Maybe she's been dodging this talk; maybe she hasn't been completely honest with him. But she still doesn't lie to him, and she won't start now. She looks up into his face as he cups her hands, her eyes steady on his.

"But I want a lot of things. What I need is for you to be okay. And you aren't okay with me going. Not yet. Not really."