Sentinels and Guides

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Bucky knows he's right. But from speaking with Steve, he knows there are things in Natasha's past that mean that she's used to hiding everything. But whenever she's around, he can feel himself reaching out for her, reaching out for something that only she can provide.

Back in the forties, being a Guide had been a special thing. People hoped that their children would be Guides. Now, it seemed, that everyone wanted a Sentinel. Well, being a Sentinel without a Guide was hell. He is living proof of that. (So was Steve, but Bucky suspects he's found his Guide.)

Bucky knows her routine. The gym in the morning, sometimes lazing by the pool in the afternoon. But, he wants to corner her. He needs to know....

Bucky sighs and stops, seeing her in the kitchen. He could corner her now, but no doubt she'd throw the coffee in his face.

Aw, to hell with it.

He steps through the doorway, and stops just short of crowding her. He reaches past her for a mug. "We should talk." He says, trying not to smell her hair and be aroused by the idea that she's so close. They've been dancing around each other for weeks. And he's tired of it.