"Why wouldn't she ever speak to you again?" B asks. "Did you guys not hit it off very well first time you spoke?" Since presumably they spoke at least once, if he's saying "again".
"The first time, I gave her a tour of the Barge. It was fine. The second, I was her temp warden and - no. It didn't go well." He laughs. "But that's partly on me."
"Maybe you oughta tell me what you said that upset her?" B suggests. "I mean... I don't even know as much about her history as I'd like, myself, and I don't know how much of that she'd be comfortable with me sharing."
"I asked if she needed anything. I mentioned you and Steve and that's when I think it all went sour," he tells him. "The very understandable and typical inmate approach - I can't be trusted because I am a warden. I ended it before it could get worse."
B sighs a bit. "Yeah, okay. I doubt she really wants to be reminded of me, either. She knows me as the Winter Soldier. The Asset. Not as, y'know, me. There wasn't a me when we met." He looks rueful, a little sad. "I think she might hate me a little." And he clearly doesn't blame her.
"What? No. You didn't. Not for me, anyway. For you and Yelena getting along, maybe," he says, about half-teasing. "Nothing you can say or do is going to change her opinion about me. Only time will do that, I hope."
"We haven't spoken much yet," he answers with a smile. "So I'm not certain how it will go. I'll admit, I am growing rather discouraged about this whole business."
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