[ Weeks pass after their conversation. Bucky's jacket arrives through international shipping, and he can't help the touch of amusement he gets when he sees it. It hangs from a peg somewhere across from his bed, it's too hot during the day to use it but the temperature drops can be extreme at night. Aside from that, nothing in Wakanda seems to change. He works, does what he can with little to no farming experience and a single arm. Once a week, Shuri drags him into some kind of therapy session where they either try and de-low jack his brain or they try retrofitting new arm technology, or they have some lady with a PhD in veteran trauma psychoanalyze him. It's a regular routine for the first time in a long time, and he's getting used to it.
So of course she's got to shake things up on a random Tuesday in July, ironically or maybe intentionally independence day. He's not there when her plane lands, but he hears about it shortly thereafter. Some kind of trouble, but nobody seems to know the full extent of the details other than it must be bad if it's driving Black Widow into laying low in a secluded sector of Wakanda.
Steve, apparently, isn't with her which is a whole nother, deeper concern that he'll address with the man later over the phone. Meanwhile, he's on standby when they guide her into the village, arms smoothly crossed, hovering in the entrance to the hut he calls home, expressionless and observing. How's it gonna be, Natalia? ]
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So of course she's got to shake things up on a random Tuesday in July, ironically or maybe intentionally independence day. He's not there when her plane lands, but he hears about it shortly thereafter. Some kind of trouble, but nobody seems to know the full extent of the details other than it must be bad if it's driving Black Widow into laying low in a secluded sector of Wakanda.
Steve, apparently, isn't with her which is a whole nother, deeper concern that he'll address with the man later over the phone. Meanwhile, he's on standby when they guide her into the village, arms smoothly crossed, hovering in the entrance to the hut he calls home, expressionless and observing. How's it gonna be, Natalia? ]