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I'm not a killer anymore
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“... NO!”
"Have you called him yet?" Bucky's therapist asks after he tells her about the new friend he's made.
Bucky shifts, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He knew that the moment he told her, and she gave him an approving look that she'd be asking that question or something similar.
"I have not," Bucky admits with a shrug. It's not a big deal. He's maybe made a friend and gotten a phone number for the first time. It was something most people did everyday.
"Why haven't you reached out to him?"
"I haven't wanted to," Bucky keeps his answer short for the rest of the session, not wanting to give away too much. He just gave enough of an answer to keep her from writing too many notes in her notebook.
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Bucky watches, no, he definitely checks Dayton out as he goes back up to the counter to get another drink. He's pretty good looking, someone that Bucky can see himself being attracted to - plus he's funny and Bucky always loves someone who can be funny.
Bucky feels his stomach drop a little when Dayton asks why he's hiding under a ball cap. He knows that it's a normal question to ask - anyone would be curious as to why someone like him would be hiding and trying to make themselves smaller.
He picks up his drink and shrugs, "Could ask you the same thing."
"Touché."
Dayton's quiet for a minute, thinking about what James just said and thinking about the way James just reacted too. Neither of them know each other's story and actually, that's pretty nice because whatever that story is, right now, they both get to be two normal people in a normal place doing a normal thing. And if James really doesn't know who he is... maybe he'd like to be just Dayton for longer. Well, at least a little longer.
"You could say 'm hiding from an ex-girlfriend," he offers and it's not a complete lie, there's always a girl he's hiding from because some of them can't seem to get the hint even after signing a NDA. "Hiding from a few people actually. I don't feel like being available to the people I know today."
Dayton smiles like he understands what James might be feeling like and maybe in some small way he does considering he's hidden under a ball cap a fair few times. Maybe not for the same reason but he gets it, sometimes you need the world to fuck off and leave you alone.
Bucky nods, he knows the feeling. Hiding. He feels like he's always hiding anymore, shying away and staying in the darkest corners of life. It's easier that way. Less likely that people who know his story will find him. Or, at least know the story that's out in the public. Nobody cares about the real story. They just see him as a monster who's killed people - they don't care that he wasn't in control of his own mind.
"Hiding from... People," Bucky says after a few moments. "In general. It's hard. Almost everyone knows everything these days."
Bucky shrugs like it doesn't really bother him, like he's fine with hiding, with never being himself. It's nice that Dayton seems to not know who he is. It brings a sense of peace that Bucky hasn't had the chance to enjoy in a while.
Dayton’s making a face without even realizing it because James is way too fucking right about everyone knowing everything, but this doesn’t seem like the right time to mention he once had a sex tape with an up and coming singer leaked. He clears his throat, smiling sympathetically at that little shrug he knows isn’t actually nonchalant at all. He’s mirroring that shrug as he leans back in his chair, glancing at the stack of incriminating newspapers that’s reminding him he has to get back to reality at some point.
“You look pretty comfortable in here,” he grins. “And while ‘m sure it’s present company that’s the reason for it, maybe this can be your one place you don’t have to hide.”
Dayton notices the barista that served them earlier eyeballing in their direction and he’s grateful that she’s being polite enough to leave them alone at least. He makes a face at James.
“You know, if she doesn’t try to get your number before you leave. I think she likes you.” He jokes with a small laugh.
Bucky looks around the café and nods, "It's a pretty nice cafe. I think I might come back here more."
Bucky follows Dayton's gaze. It's more of a chance that she's figured out who Bucky is, then wanting his number but he let's himself believe for a moment that she could just find him attractive - she's also attractive and Bucky could see himself dating her.
His gaze returns to Dayton, and if he's honest with himself he's more interested in Dayton than anyone else right now. He's not sure if it's a romantic interest or not, but Bucky was liking that Dayton seemed to have no clue who he was.
"Maybe," Bucky says. "Maybe I want to give my number to someone that's not her."
Any other time or place, Dayton wouldn’t have hesitated about taking James home and honestly, he’s not really sure why he’s not doing it now but something tells him this isn’t the time or place. He’s not a stranger to taking someone he just met home and he’s not a stranger to not calling back them the next day either, so this should be a whole lot different so he tells himself it’s because James is a guy and not just some girl. It’s easy with a girl, especially to meet their expectations and move on but this isn’t the same, right?
Instead, Dayton smirks at James’ comment because he’s cocky enough to know exactly who he’s talking about. Reaching for a napkin, he asks the passing barista for a pen and scribbles his number down on it before pushing the napkin across the table.
“Well, now you’ve got a number that’s not hers either,” he winks, standing up and backing towards the door. “Give it a call sometime.”
Bucky is mildly surprised at how easy it is for Dayton to give him his number, but he's not upset by it. In fact, he feels a bit giddy about it. It's been a long time since he's gotten anyone's number. He watches as Dayton leaves, staring a beat too long at the door as it shuts behind the other man and wonders if this is the start to something new.
He hopes it is.
Bucky pulls out his phone and saves Dayton's number and sends off a text to him with his name before he finishes his coffee and leaves the shop as well.
I wake up each day and choose you, again, and again, and again.
It’s always you.
Let us kiss and become everything history tried to hide behind the words ‘two dear friends’
"Her şeyinle benimsin..."
Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Bucky watches, no, he definitely checks Dayton out as he goes back up to the counter to get another drink. He's pretty good looking, someone that Bucky can see himself being attracted to - plus he's funny and Bucky always loves someone who can be funny.
Bucky feels his stomach drop a little when Dayton asks why he's hiding under a ball cap. He knows that it's a normal question to ask - anyone would be curious as to why someone like him would be hiding and trying to make themselves smaller.
He picks up his drink and shrugs, "Could ask you the same thing."
"Touché."
Dayton's quiet for a minute, thinking about what James just said and thinking about the way James just reacted too. Neither of them know each other's story and actually, that's pretty nice because whatever that story is, right now, they both get to be two normal people in a normal place doing a normal thing. And if James really doesn't know who he is... maybe he'd like to be just Dayton for longer. Well, at least a little longer.
"You could say 'm hiding from an ex-girlfriend," he offers and it's not a complete lie, there's always a girl he's hiding from because some of them can't seem to get the hint even after signing a NDA. "Hiding from a few people actually. I don't feel like being available to the people I know today."
Dayton smiles like he understands what James might be feeling like and maybe in some small way he does considering he's hidden under a ball cap a fair few times. Maybe not for the same reason but he gets it, sometimes you need the world to fuck off and leave you alone.
Bucky nods, he knows the feeling. Hiding. He feels like he's always hiding anymore, shying away and staying in the darkest corners of life. It's easier that way. Less likely that people who know his story will find him. Or, at least know the story that's out in the public. Nobody cares about the real story. They just see him as a monster who's killed people - they don't care that he wasn't in control of his own mind.
"Hiding from... People," Bucky says after a few moments. "In general. It's hard. Almost everyone knows everything these days."
Bucky shrugs like it doesn't really bother him, like he's fine with hiding, with never being himself. It's nice that Dayton seems to not know who he is. It brings a sense of peace that Bucky hasn't had the chance to enjoy in a while.
Dayton’s making a face without even realizing it because James is way too fucking right about everyone knowing everything, but this doesn’t seem like the right time to mention he once had a sex tape with an up and coming singer leaked. He clears his throat, smiling sympathetically at that little shrug he knows isn’t actually nonchalant at all. He’s mirroring that shrug as he leans back in his chair, glancing at the stack of incriminating newspapers that’s reminding him he has to get back to reality at some point.
“You look pretty comfortable in here,” he grins. “And while ‘m sure it’s present company that’s the reason for it, maybe this can be your one place you don’t have to hide.”
Dayton notices the barista that served them earlier eyeballing in their direction and he’s grateful that she’s being polite enough to leave them alone at least. He makes a face at James.
“You know, if she doesn’t try to get your number before you leave. I think she likes you.” He jokes with a small laugh.
Bucky looks around the café and nods, "It's a pretty nice cafe. I think I might come back here more."
Bucky follows Dayton's gaze. It's more of a chance that she's figured out who Bucky is, then wanting his number but he let's himself believe for a moment that she could just find him attractive - she's also attractive and Bucky could see himself dating her.
His gaze returns to Dayton, and if he's honest with himself he's more interested in Dayton than anyone else right now. He's not sure if it's a romantic interest or not, but Bucky was liking that Dayton seemed to have no clue who he was.
"Maybe," Bucky says. "Maybe I want to give my number to someone that's not her."
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Coffee’s a pretty important aspect of life, even for Dayton White and despite the espresso machine sitting in his kitchen, nothing really measures up to real coffee from a real coffee shop. Not Starbucks or Tim Hortons or Dunkin’ Donuts or any of those chains that are on every street corner because aside from the fact that living in Monaco has spoiled him for authentic coffee, he doesn’t want to risk being spotted by a camera. As much as he understands privacy isn’t part of the job description, the occasional anonymity is really appreciated and that’s how he finds himself here.
The coffee shop isn’t exactly spacious, but there’s plenty of plants to duck behind if an iPhone gets pointed in his direction and there’s only a handful of people too busy with their own conversations to overhear his. There’s a couple of voicemails he really should reply to, but that’s the reason why he’s here because a nespresso pod at home isn’t going to cut if he needs to tackle those. Briefly, he wonders if he sticks out like a sore thumb because he’s all too aware that he looks and acts a lot more European now he’s a full blown Monegasque national but spotting oat milk on the menu, he ignores everyone else in that little coffee shop and steps up to the counter to order a matcha with oat milk. And an espresso on the side, just because.
@buckybarnes31017
Bucky shook his head with a small chuckle, a slight pink tinging his cheeks. This was nice, getting attention that didn't have to do with who he was or the things that he did. He's sure if Dayton saw his arm, or even knew the name he usually goes by, this wouldn't be as smooth and easy as it was, but Bucky doesn't think about that. Well, he tries not to think too hard on it, anyway.
He's allowed to enjoy this, he tells himself, even if it doesn't last very long.
"Buy me another drink and we'll see how far you get," Bucky says with a grin. "can't really turn down such a pretty face."
Dayton smirks as he stands, eyes only leaving James for as long as it takes to order another cold brew (that’s basically milk and sugar in a cup) and another espresso for himself. Really, he shouldn’t be drinking anywhere near as much caffeine as this but it’s his day off and it’s an excuse to flirt a little longer so who gives a shit? This time, he’s a lot more comfortable when he slides into that chair and by the look of it, so is James.
“Speaking of a pretty face, you’re cute when you blush,” he says a lot more boldly than he feels. “Why are you hiding that under a ball cap anyway?”
Dayton hopes he’s not asked anything too invasive but in case he has, he takes a slow sip of his espresso to give James a chance to change the subject.
Bucky watches, no, he definitely checks Dayton out as he goes back up to the counter to get another drink. He's pretty good looking, someone that Bucky can see himself being attracted to - plus he's funny and Bucky always loves someone who can be funny.
Bucky feels his stomach drop a little when Dayton asks why he's hiding under a ball cap. He knows that it's a normal question to ask - anyone would be curious as to why someone like him would be hiding and trying to make themselves smaller.
He picks up his drink and shrugs, "Could ask you the same thing."
"Touché."
Dayton's quiet for a minute, thinking about what James just said and thinking about the way James just reacted too. Neither of them know each other's story and actually, that's pretty nice because whatever that story is, right now, they both get to be two normal people in a normal place doing a normal thing. And if James really doesn't know who he is... maybe he'd like to be just Dayton for longer. Well, at least a little longer.
"You could say 'm hiding from an ex-girlfriend," he offers and it's not a complete lie, there's always a girl he's hiding from because some of them can't seem to get the hint even after signing a NDA. "Hiding from a few people actually. I don't feel like being available to the people I know today."
Dayton smiles like he understands what James might be feeling like and maybe in some small way he does considering he's hidden under a ball cap a fair few times. Maybe not for the same reason but he gets it, sometimes you need the world to fuck off and leave you alone.
Bucky nods, he knows the feeling. Hiding. He feels like he's always hiding anymore, shying away and staying in the darkest corners of life. It's easier that way. Less likely that people who know his story will find him. Or, at least know the story that's out in the public. Nobody cares about the real story. They just see him as a monster who's killed people - they don't care that he wasn't in control of his own mind.
"Hiding from... People," Bucky says after a few moments. "In general. It's hard. Almost everyone knows everything these days."
Bucky shrugs like it doesn't really bother him, like he's fine with hiding, with never being himself. It's nice that Dayton seems to not know who he is. It brings a sense of peace that Bucky hasn't had the chance to enjoy in a while.
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