[ He's slowly realizing he probably should've told her a little more about why he is the way he is - when is a good time to tell a woman you like more than a friend and actually want to explore a romantic relationship with that you have issues when it comes to body autonomy and consent? That you don't like contact with people you don't know enough to warrant that contact - unless it's a kid or someone who's in hysterics because of being a hostage or something, then he can make a small exception for that - and don't let people past certain walls because it keeps them out? How do you explain that the reason you don't have a lot of friends is because it's hard for you to open up after spending about seventy years as a tool for an organization where 'very bad people' isn't even the kind of descriptor that would explain the kind of horrors they were capable of?
He wonders if she noticed how he took a moment to feel comfortable enough to initiate and engage with the small, friendly touches they engaged in over time - helping to lead her through a doorway or a crowd with his hand at the small of her back, letting her take his arm in her own while making sure he stayed on the part of the sidewalk closest to the street, the slow reciprocation of something simple as a hug - because he didn't want to impose himself upon her and also needed to be comfortable himself with those invasions of each other's space.
Right now, it doesn't really matter and maybe he'll be able to backtrack to explain things, not when her lips are but a breath away. If he can feel those little breaths from her, he knows she's aware of that slow inhale and exhale of his own. Just like, with her hand on his chest, she might be aware of that slight uptick of the steady thump of his heart. Not much, just enough to show that he's affected by how close they are.
His vibranium hand came up to cradle the back of her head gently - he's aware of how gentle, while hoping the metal doesn't feel weird against her hair - and even as they are nose to nose, his brushing against hers just slightly he says it again: ]
This alright with you?
[ He's waiting, even with the signs very clearly pointing that she is, for some sort of affirmative and once he gets it - a nod, an actual uttering of some confirmation - that's when he closes that slight gap between them. His lips move to hers, a soft, gentle press to ease into things. He's already lived this long and doesn't see an end date in sight just yet, so he's not looking to go racing to the end. He keeps to those slow movements, doesn't want to do anything that could spook her in the end, but what was first the light brush of his lips against hers picks up, just a hair, becoming more sure as the moments tick on and he knows this is not an unwanted invasion of her space. ]
now i need to think of more winter soldier puns and some seb-kissing-in-other-things icons i guess
He wonders if she noticed how he took a moment to feel comfortable enough to initiate and engage with the small, friendly touches they engaged in over time - helping to lead her through a doorway or a crowd with his hand at the small of her back, letting her take his arm in her own while making sure he stayed on the part of the sidewalk closest to the street, the slow reciprocation of something simple as a hug - because he didn't want to impose himself upon her and also needed to be comfortable himself with those invasions of each other's space.
Right now, it doesn't really matter and maybe he'll be able to backtrack to explain things, not when her lips are but a breath away. If he can feel those little breaths from her, he knows she's aware of that slow inhale and exhale of his own. Just like, with her hand on his chest, she might be aware of that slight uptick of the steady thump of his heart. Not much, just enough to show that he's affected by how close they are.
His vibranium hand came up to cradle the back of her head gently - he's aware of how gentle, while hoping the metal doesn't feel weird against her hair - and even as they are nose to nose, his brushing against hers just slightly he says it again: ]
This alright with you?
[ He's waiting, even with the signs very clearly pointing that she is, for some sort of affirmative and once he gets it - a nod, an actual uttering of some confirmation - that's when he closes that slight gap between them. His lips move to hers, a soft, gentle press to ease into things. He's already lived this long and doesn't see an end date in sight just yet, so he's not looking to go racing to the end. He keeps to those slow movements, doesn't want to do anything that could spook her in the end, but what was first the light brush of his lips against hers picks up, just a hair, becoming more sure as the moments tick on and he knows this is not an unwanted invasion of her space. ]