IC Voicemail, Driftfleet:

[tothefly]

[There is no recording, just a few clicks and a beep.]

[Leave any IC voice messages or texts for Natasha here.]

Comments

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[tothefly]

[She's made herself what she has to be, time and again. She's in the process of it constantly, especially now, in this place. She's a weapon as much as the Soldier is, only she chose to become what she is. Chose again and again. He never had that chance.]

[She doesn't know what she'd make of him, if she were given the opportunity. That scares her, just a little. The responsibility. His words ring more true than ever because of it.]

Yours have a fondness for misfit toys, too?

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[redactions]

No.

He helps people heal.

[ Misfits, he can joke about. Toys, no. ]

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[tothefly]

[Fair. All she can do is make light of it. Misdirect.]

Think he'd have a band-aid big enough for this mess?

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[redactions]

[ Don't think he misses the tactic, but it costs nothing to let it go. ]

If only. I think even he'd say it's out of his depth.

Can't not try anyway.

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[tothefly]

Noble of you. "WWSD." You can make it your new slogan.

[The S could stand for Steve or Sam, at this point. They both do the same thing. One's just a little bit slower, like Sam said.]

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[redactions]

Nothing noble about what's necessary.

Re: text;

[tothefly]

Practical, then.

Let me know how it goes, so I know if I need to duck.

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[redactions]

​​​​[ But he doesn't know what he's doing, and she always steps in. Bucky sighs. ]

I will.