She does follow him to the kitchen, fairly certain she'd follow him almost anywhere. Nothing really explains the trust she has for him beyond the fact that they got thrown together in this and he's seen her at some of her most vulnerable points since then. The trust was there from the moment he said her name, though. All the stuff she learned about him after just added to what was already there.
Keeping her hands busy helps quiet the din of her mind. It's hard to over-analyse everything and pick at all the little insignificant details that just won't form a bigger picture when you're focused on chopping and peeling and making dumb jokes just to hear your fake husband laugh. She feels so much calmer around him. Relaxed. It's like she knows she can let her guard down around him because he has her back no matter what. It's similar to how she felt around Bo. Being on her own for so long and then finally allowing yourself to trust someone... it's so much better. Easier. Kind of addictive.
By the time they're done eating, her heart's healed over enough to think about Bo and not immediately fall to pieces. She's quiet as she explores the new/old memories, pensive, all curled up against Rumlow's side on the couch with the TV acting as background noise. On the surface, this is perfect. Idyllic, even. Married bliss. But that's just the surface. Everything here runs so much deeper. Like the cameras and the notices. Like Rumlow's real identity and her own past.
At least she knows he's one of the good guys.
She sighs and tries to stop focusing on the past for a while, tries to stop picturing Bo's face and wondering where she is and how they got separated. She looks up at Rumlow, studying his face, reaches up to trace the tip of her nail along his jawline.
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Keeping her hands busy helps quiet the din of her mind. It's hard to over-analyse everything and pick at all the little insignificant details that just won't form a bigger picture when you're focused on chopping and peeling and making dumb jokes just to hear your fake husband laugh. She feels so much calmer around him. Relaxed. It's like she knows she can let her guard down around him because he has her back no matter what. It's similar to how she felt around Bo. Being on her own for so long and then finally allowing yourself to trust someone... it's so much better. Easier. Kind of addictive.
By the time they're done eating, her heart's healed over enough to think about Bo and not immediately fall to pieces. She's quiet as she explores the new/old memories, pensive, all curled up against Rumlow's side on the couch with the TV acting as background noise. On the surface, this is perfect. Idyllic, even. Married bliss. But that's just the surface. Everything here runs so much deeper. Like the cameras and the notices. Like Rumlow's real identity and her own past.
At least she knows he's one of the good guys.
She sighs and tries to stop focusing on the past for a while, tries to stop picturing Bo's face and wondering where she is and how they got separated. She looks up at Rumlow, studying his face, reaches up to trace the tip of her nail along his jawline.
"Hey."