Her choice of words may have not been the best. Perhaps heal rather than fix, but to her healing implied you were sick. When something or someone was broken, it usually meant someone or something had caused the damage.
And that was exactly what had happened to him, and to her. “Maybe I should.” She teased, pressing a soft kiss at the edge of his lips. It wasn’t a smile he had given her, but it was close, and she knew how hard smiling was for him sometimes.
She was tempted, again, to tell him they should stop, they should wait and put this off. It was’t a mission, no one was going to die if they didn’t get to where he grew up in time. Why rush? But no, this is what he wanted, what he needed and as mush as she feared it could backfire, she wouldn’t stop him. Natasha didn’t pull away, instead gathering her thoughts before she spoke again. “You won’t give up.” She repeated, rubbing her nose against his in a simply adorable way before she pulled back. “And neither will I. So come on, we’re burning daylight.”
James didn’t want to focus all too much on what he was, if he was truly honest with himself. They could toss words around to the wind and yet, in his mind, it wouldn’t help him any more. They could think he was broken, or sick, or defective, but, that’s not what he wanted.
No He wanted to focus on things that would be far more useful to him. He wanted to focus on recovery and redemption, to piece himself back together and to not just be a shell that followed orders. Not any more.
To James, waiting wasn’t an option that he had on his hands. Waiting meant that he would be stuck in a room with nothing to do, when he could be out finding things for himself. Staying still wasn’t something that he wanted. He wanted to be up and moving for himself, to do things and to try and speed up the process of recovery. There was a faint smile appearing on his face when she rubbed their noses together, thumb brushing gently at the back of her neck. “We’ll do this,” He murmured before nodding, dropping his hands away. “Come on, I’ll drive.”
Natasha couldn’t blame him for obsessing over this; it was his life, after all. But deep down, she knew that some questions would always remain unanswered. In a way, James was almost lucky to have been such a ‘famous’ war hero. Finding out the details of his past was easy, every child learned about the Howling Commandos in school. But memories were an entirely different matter. Showing him the facts didn’t help, maybe going someplace he could feel at home would.
"Yeah, we will." She affirmed, part of her wanting to just stay like this all day, where things were nice and safe. But people like them didn’t get nice, safe days. "You always drive.” She teased, but slid into the passengers seat without further complaint.