“Well yeah, I want you to be my idiot,” she said, like she wasn’t surprised at all that he would call himself that. “But I do not want to be your girl because you are so good at talking about feelings. I want to be your girl because what is here.”

Yelena sat up a bit from the table so that she could tap a finger over his heart. Yes Bucky was handsome. VERY handsome. And the brooding thing was kind of sexy at times. But he was not smooth about feelings and she was broken. But so was she.

“Because I know you have a good heart even if you don’t. And yes, you are broken. And you will always be some kind of broken. But me too. And I do not think that together we will be fixed or healed but I think we will be happy. We will be better,” she said. The more she talked, the easier was to talk about these things. It was like all these thoughts that had been swirling in her head that she had been dwelling on, or avoiding thinking about, finally had an outlet. “And I think we screw up. Probably so much. But unlike our pst screw ups we can go through them together. If you do not want or can’t be in a relationship that is fine. I will still be your friend. But thinking we shouldn’t be in one because of who you are? That is wrong.”