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24. It’s not Halloween yet, take off that mask.

Lying back on the bed, Nat stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Her day had been long. Hellish, to say the least. She was pretty sure there was still a bit of blood staining the skin behind her ear. And not her own. She needed a bit of…relaxation.

When she heard the door open, a devilish smirk crept over her lips. She quickly tossed away the small robe she had on, leaving her in just her underwear, before returning to her spot on the bed.

When he entered their bedroom, he was still dressed in his full work gear. She’d only been home for about an hour, but it was already well into the morning hours. But hell, that had never stopped them before. “It’s not Halloween yet,” she whispered, getting onto her knees and crawling toward him on the bed. “Take off that mask.”

"Wanna see if we can break your headboard?" James suggested with a smirk.

Nat giggled at that, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. “You know that we can,” she smirked, rolling over so that she was displayed on the bed, a treat for him to unwrap.

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James’ eyes fluttered lightly, trying to keep awake. Oh, this was not good… This was certainly not good at all. Come on, Barnes! Stay awake! No comas for you, he thought to himself. Coughing, he looked over to her.

“Not really, Nat… ‘m clockin out here… Lights… They blind me…”

He coughed one more time, blood spattering. He grit his teeth as the pain shot through his throat.

Shit. Her distress signal was out, so there was nothing she could really do now except to keep him conscious until the ambulance arrived. “Hey, hey! Stay with me, Barnes. Stay with me. Like on those cold nights, back in Russia. Remember? Just stay with me.”

She mentally cursed herself for not having sent the distress call out the moment she saw him. If her calculations were correct, the ambulance would be here in two minutes. “Hey, look at me. Just look into my eyes. No lights, just me. Okay?”

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The boy went completely pale.  She was the woman that had ended up landing his HYDRA files on the internet, and if those files were right she was his biological mother.  Not by her choice, HYDRA had taken such a choice from both his parents.  The boy turned and sorted through a stack of papers, putting his files into her hands.  ”Just read.”  He mumbled.

Nat narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the boy the moment he went pale. Clearly something about her struck a cord within him. Maybe he finally realized why he knew her? Perhaps he’d read more of her past than she’d anticipated. But then he was shoving a stack of files into her hands. “What the hell-” she began to protest, but then stopped when she looked down.

The file- it was his. Shane’s. But it was a file she’d seen before. Or at least, she’d seen ones like it. Ones they used in the KGB. Ones that they used when the KGB corresponded with HYDRA. Which could only mean… Shit. Nat looked from the still closed file to the boy. “Where did you get this?” she asked.

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24. It’s not Halloween yet, take off that mask.

Lying back on the bed, Nat stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Her day had been long. Hellish, to say the least. She was pretty sure there was still a bit of blood staining the skin behind her ear. And not her own. She needed a bit of…relaxation.

When she heard the door open, a devilish smirk crept over her lips. She quickly tossed away the small robe she had on, leaving her in just her underwear, before returning to her spot on the bed.

When he entered their bedroom, he was still dressed in his full work gear. She’d only been home for about an hour, but it was already well into the morning hours. But hell, that had never stopped them before. “It’s not Halloween yet,” she whispered, getting onto her knees and crawling toward him on the bed. “Take off that mask.”

"You’re welcome," James said quietly, his hand tracing lines down Natasha’s back.

Pressing a gentle kiss to his chest, she couldn’t help but smile. There had been a time where they’d both be killed if they were found like this. But now…they were free.

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24. It’s not Halloween yet, take off that mask.

Lying back on the bed, Nat stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Her day had been long. Hellish, to say the least. She was pretty sure there was still a bit of blood staining the skin behind her ear. And not her own. She needed a bit of…relaxation.

When she heard the door open, a devilish smirk crept over her lips. She quickly tossed away the small robe she had on, leaving her in just her underwear, before returning to her spot on the bed.

When he entered their bedroom, he was still dressed in his full work gear. She’d only been home for about an hour, but it was already well into the morning hours. But hell, that had never stopped them before. “It’s not Halloween yet,” she whispered, getting onto her knees and crawling toward him on the bed. “Take off that mask.”

"Sorry, I forget how cold that metal is sometimes." James muttered as he switched arms so his natural arm was the one on Natasha’s back.

She couldn’t help the soft laugh that she let out at that. It was the simplest of gestures, yet it seemed to mean so much. “Thank you,” she whispered back, an arm draping across his chest.

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James smiled at Natalia weakly, closing his eyes slowly.

"Yeah, I know. But I didn’t really mean to get into it. There are some people that are more psychopathic than me out there. Can you believe that?"

He finished his sentence softly, coughing up blood after speaking. The drips of blood landed on the sidewalk, James making a disgusted face. As some the red liquid dripped down his lip and onto his chin, he leaned his head back against Natalia’s hand.

Nat rolled her eyes at him at first, essentially mocking him for a bit. She meant it mildly, of course, but she was never truly sure of how exactly it came off. Her tone changed entirely when he began coughing up blood, however.

"James, are you okay?" she asked, turning to face him, her hand supporting his head. Shit. She pressed a single button on her bracelet which alerted the closest ambulance to her location to come pick them up. Being a spy occasionally had its advantages. “Just hand in there, okay?”

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24. It’s not Halloween yet, take off that mask.

Lying back on the bed, Nat stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Her day had been long. Hellish, to say the least. She was pretty sure there was still a bit of blood staining the skin behind her ear. And not her own. She needed a bit of…relaxation.

When she heard the door open, a devilish smirk crept over her lips. She quickly tossed away the small robe she had on, leaving her in just her underwear, before returning to her spot on the bed.

When he entered their bedroom, he was still dressed in his full work gear. She’d only been home for about an hour, but it was already well into the morning hours. But hell, that had never stopped them before. “It’s not Halloween yet,” she whispered, getting onto her knees and crawling toward him on the bed. “Take off that mask.”

Wrapping his arms around her he closed his eyes and said, “this just feels perfect.”

She took in a sharp breath, never fully prepared for his cold metal arm. All these years later, and it still caught her by surprise. Her smile faded slightly as she allowed herself to fall comfortably against him, no longer holding anything in.