[She's angry, she realizes, as his lips brush her skin. The Winter Soldier, to her, was only ever a man that shot her, an enemy, a silk-spun thread she couldn't follow. It's the first time she realizes with perfect clarity what Rogers - what the world - lost.
She curls her fingers against his, and uses his grip on her hand to stand with due elegance.]
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[She's angry, she realizes, as his lips brush her skin. The Winter Soldier, to her, was only ever a man that shot her, an enemy, a silk-spun thread she couldn't follow. It's the first time she realizes with perfect clarity what Rogers - what the world - lost.
She curls her fingers against his, and uses his grip on her hand to stand with due elegance.]
Teach me?