ever marching as to war

"Good," I say, briefly digging my fingertips into the center of my forehead, "excellent, thank you for that, Natasha."

I drop my hand and return it to my slacks pocket. Despite what some people- mostly Tigra- may have implied over the years, I am not a prude. Other than the inherently embarrassing nature of the situation, which is as much evidenced in Bucky's face and Natalia's pointed calm as much as my own reaction to finding them, I have no objections. They're consenting adults, and moreover, not that I would necessarily say anything about it, I'm actively invested in them as a couple. They both deserve to have something good in their lives, someone they can trust who makes them happy, more than anyone else I know.

That doesn't mean I want to be kept this well informed of how things are going.

"You two enjoy your evening," I say, taking a step back the way I came.