Although the memory of the Accords is something that Natasha actively tries to avoid whenever it starts to bubble its way up to the surface of her mind, only to be shoved back into a compartment of her subconscious where it belongs, there's undeniable relief in the way her face softens when he says that he remembers. It's possible that she would never have to explain it to him, but it's possible she would, and that's something that Natasha wants to avoid at all costs of she can manage it. There are too many emotions there, a tangled web of anger and hurt and betrayal, and she doesn't have time for it.
At the admission that he wanted to be put back into cryo Natasha simply nods, because that doesn't surprise her one bit even if Barnes thinks that it's something that should be considered a red flag. Others might; Natasha knows better. "It was a smart choice, but if you're still concerned about that I'll be able to work with you. I used to have a trigger phrase myself, it takes a lot of deconditioning to get something like that resolved, but it isn't impossible. It might not even be necessary, I don't know if something like that would carry over to this place, but if you want, we'll work on it. I'll leave that in your hands."
She gives a low sigh through her nose, her fingers pushing through her hair with slight frustration. Natasha looks tired, weary, the mental exhaustion from yesterday carrying over in a way that sleep can't restore. Her focus remains intact though, because it's easier to ignore the sense of dread that comes with realizing that someone is trying to kill you by using your close friend as the weapon when a more immediate objective is sitting on the bed across from her. "I have one thing to brief you on that you need to know, and one thing that I need to know from you." Green eyes meet his again with an alertness that doesn't match her body language.
"You need to know that Steve is here, as is Tony Stark. They both remember the Accords, and I can't assume whether he's going to be angry with you or not at this point but I'm pretty sure violence isn't going to be an issue. We've got enough going on and... it's probably safe to say that he's gained a new perspective on things." Her gaze falters down for a split second before returning. "What I need to know from you, is, your name."
It's a simple question on the surface but she knows that it's a loaded one. Natasha also knows that Bucky is fully aware of why she's asking, and she doesn't have to explain it. Who he was, versus who he is, can only be truly determined in his own mind despite any outside influence that may be able to sway him. "I went from Natalia to Natasha, Romanov to Romanoff. That was necessary for me, but I know the same might not be for you. If you're going to be here, especially here," she gestures to the room they're in, "I should know what you want me to call you."
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At the admission that he wanted to be put back into cryo Natasha simply nods, because that doesn't surprise her one bit even if Barnes thinks that it's something that should be considered a red flag. Others might; Natasha knows better. "It was a smart choice, but if you're still concerned about that I'll be able to work with you. I used to have a trigger phrase myself, it takes a lot of deconditioning to get something like that resolved, but it isn't impossible. It might not even be necessary, I don't know if something like that would carry over to this place, but if you want, we'll work on it. I'll leave that in your hands."
She gives a low sigh through her nose, her fingers pushing through her hair with slight frustration. Natasha looks tired, weary, the mental exhaustion from yesterday carrying over in a way that sleep can't restore. Her focus remains intact though, because it's easier to ignore the sense of dread that comes with realizing that someone is trying to kill you by using your close friend as the weapon when a more immediate objective is sitting on the bed across from her. "I have one thing to brief you on that you need to know, and one thing that I need to know from you." Green eyes meet his again with an alertness that doesn't match her body language.
"You need to know that Steve is here, as is Tony Stark. They both remember the Accords, and I can't assume whether he's going to be angry with you or not at this point but I'm pretty sure violence isn't going to be an issue. We've got enough going on and... it's probably safe to say that he's gained a new perspective on things." Her gaze falters down for a split second before returning. "What I need to know from you, is, your name."
It's a simple question on the surface but she knows that it's a loaded one. Natasha also knows that Bucky is fully aware of why she's asking, and she doesn't have to explain it. Who he was, versus who he is, can only be truly determined in his own mind despite any outside influence that may be able to sway him. "I went from Natalia to Natasha, Romanov to Romanoff. That was necessary for me, but I know the same might not be for you. If you're going to be here, especially here," she gestures to the room they're in, "I should know what you want me to call you."