semi-plotted starter @wildideas
The recess was a necessity. Natasha felt like she couldn't breathe anymore, anger flared, sadness raged, anxiety turned her stomach into knots. Her palms were bleeding, nails dug into them until her knuckles turned white and bit into the skin hard enough and long enough to actually draw blood.
It had seemed like the prosecution was dragging this out on purpose and would make this as horrible as possible. They had shown Bucky's past all the way up to the beginnings of the Howling commandos. The time he was supposed to be proud of, serving and leading alongside Steve and now they were packing it appart, twisting it, questioning every decision. It was torture, plain and simple.
The defense hurried Bucky outside away from the reporters and people who begged for an interview, Natasha took the backdoor, ducking through a hallway unnoticed when she suddenly appeared next to him like a wraith. Her hand wrapped around his metal one. "Let's get out of here, shall we? At least for a bit."