New character in the mix!
The party had ended, and the few staff Natasha had employed under her name were cleaning up the mess left behind by the long gone dancers. Stark hadn’t tried to venture back into her house, to her relief.
Leaving the main room, she walked back down the halls. She passed the shattered vase without a second thought, only just picking up that the shards had been moved into a pile, most likely done by Clint or one of the staff.
Walking up to her love’s hiding room, she cleared her throat. “Well, that could have been a closer call. Stark is getting extremely nosy, but I think his ego has shrunk down now.”
She waited a few seconds for his reply, but at the silence frowned. Quickly, she opened the door and entered. Natasha’s blood ran cold at what she saw, muscles freezing up. Inside, Clint was standing a few feet away from her, jaw clenched and muscles stiff. A man behind him was holding a polished gun up to his temple, finger on the trigger.
“Good to see you, Natalia,” he said while shifting his arm, resulting in her seeing it was made of metal.
“James,” she breathed, heart pounding in her chest. No, it couldn’t be him. Bucky. He had died during an attack on a train.
“Good to see you still remember my name,” he replied. “Your new friend here seemed to not know who I was, does that mean I should be offended?”
“Tasha, what is going on?” Clint asked. “Who is this guy?”
She ignored her Rogue, eyes locked on Bucky. “Drop the gun, Barnes, and we can all talk this out.”
His trigger finger twitched, causing her to jump forward and reach out for the gun. A deep laugh erupted from Bucky as he moved the weapon away from them, holding it tightly in his metal arm.
“So he does mean something to you, even though you said he was nothing,” he said, expression growing darker.
“Tasha, please just explain this,” Clint begged. He quickly stepped away from the other man, arm slipping around her waist.
“His name is James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky. You might have heard of him, he was Steve’s best friend before he died by falling off of a German train.”
He looked at her, clearly shocked. “Then why… how is he here?”
Natasha swallowed and stepped out of his grip, moving slowly closer to Bucky. “That’s what I want to know,” she whispered. Her muscles tightened and she shot out, punching Bucky across the jaw. The force was enough to send him stumbling a few steps. “You were the one who leaked rumours about Barton. You’re the reason for the mess today.”
Bucky rubbed his jaw gently while shrugging. “What can I say? A certain spider needed squishing.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you bring up that here,” she hissed, her heart jumping at the connection with their past. Spiders. Soldiers. “How did you even find him?”
“Your dear lover has a little habit of going out onto the roof at night, either smoking or just sitting.” He paused, in which a darker smile slipped onto his lips. “Oh, I thought you knew everything about what he did now.”
She glanced at Clint, who seemed to be frozen on the spot with his eyes on the other man. Her eyes trailed Bucky as he walked out, stopping in the doorway.
“We do need to talk, Natalia. When you’re done here, I’ll be drinking your lovely imported vodka, which I do bet the Coppers don’t know about.”