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@cryogenicsoldier
Captain America’s sidekick James “Bucky” Barnes died in action in the closing days of World War 2, only to be resurrected by Department X, the Soviet Union’s secret science division and brainwashed to be their perfect cold war assassin: the Winter Soldier!
Chris and Sebastian @ Comic Cob 2013 x
“I don’t think he knows how to express his emotions… He’s somebody who is very alone. It’s kind of depressing! He’s someone who is piecing together a life and dealing with post-traumatic stress disorder. He’s paranoid, because he doesn’t know if he’s being followed or if he’s being watched. He has a hard time trusting himself because he’s learning about all the things he’s done that he doesn’t remember.” - Sebastian Stan
Character posters: Bucky Barnes from Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“You’re my mission!”
Soldier?
Ready to comply.
[insp.]
“I’m just happy I lucked out with it. It’s like a bitch overtime to have”
-Sebastian Stan about his long hair
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name in tony’s phone: robocop
picture in tony’s phone: his file photo, like everyone else. bucky’s is him from d.c.
ringtone: mr. roboto ( steve got Exceptionally mad when he found out and tbh that’s why tony hasn’t changed it )
tony’s last text to bucky: “honestly it’s like you enjoy being miserable. sucks for you, you would’ve done really well on myspace.”
They keep calling me…
a ghost story
konoto:
hawxkeye:
Tony and Bucky + shared trauma.
aka Steve has a lot to work on with his bfs
- oh lazarus, come forth and live | j.s.
ascarletwitchery:
“well, i’m a pretty good teacher. i think they all got the hang of it after a while,” she replied, a smile curling up the corners of her lips as she thought back to a couple of those dances. they had been awkward, with steps out of place but what did it matter? not everyone could dance, not everyone wanted to and who really had an opportunity to dance in such a way except at fancy gatherings? you had to learn some time. and it was still fun, even if they weren’t entirely sure how the dance went. a few drinks to boost your confidence and that was all they needed it seemed. “it was either learn or… accidentally get stepped on by someone in heels,” wanda joked - though, hey, that would be a great incentive to keep people moving. her heels were awfully sharp. quite the weapon.
wanda paused at his question, one of her shoulders lifting in a half-shrug. sensing his tone of amusement, she smiled in return as one of her legs stretched out a little. she surveyed her foot for a moment, just in case some damage had appeared. it wasn’t like she actually needed to look, she was perfectly alright - no magic necessary. feet HAD been stepped on, but as if that was going to slow her down. “okay, perhaps not quite that bad. i may have exaggerated a little. a tiny bit.” she was grinning now though, and a little chuckle escaped her at his words. “true. if i had bruised though it would have fit right in with that look. it would have been just the perfect colour to match the rest of the outfit. when i go for a look, i go all out.
the smile on her face remained where it was as she just relaxed by his side a moment, and felt the weight of him for just a while as he rested his head on hers. it was such a simple movement but it did bring home the fact that they could actually do this - just sit. together. some privacy in their world wasn’t a given, and the little hiccups that had occurred during conversations at the gala were already drifting far from her mind. still…
wanda shifted a little as bucky straightened, her grin warm and growing. “i wouldn’t ever just go and dance in the street, or sing out in the rain like in a movie… but no. i suppose i don’t need an excuse. i do like dancing.” she tilted her head back a little, turning to the side and looking up at him. there was still that glint of playful amusement in her eyes, her next words meant gently. “i’m almost but not ENTIRELY at the point where i’ve given up on finding your excuse to dance,” the brunette teased softly, though it was probably true. she didn’t really mind (honestly, when exactly would they ever need to dance? it was only a fun thought and that was all).
she moved in a little closer, her arm moving out from between them and settling almost all the way across his shoulders. her hand played just ever so slightly with the ends of his hair as she remarked, “you won’t dance even if there’s no one else here, if it’s just you and me, totally private. and no one to barge in.” she leaned across, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before relaxing back at his side. her arm stayed in place though. idly playing with his hair still. but she pretty much knew the answer to her tease already, and she was rather content by his side to move from him now. because finally, they had the privacy to just relax like this - what a simple thing to do. “i enjoyed it. the gala. though perhaps the next event we end up at might be one more suitable for you. so perhaps just no event and i steal you for the evening.”
A small grin appeared as Wanda commented on not breaking out into some sort of musical number, and he was about to speak until her next words silenced him. His eyes widened once she turned the subject of dancing back onto him as well, Bucky took a deep inhale before mustering up some sort of reply in his mind. He couldn't think of an excuse to why he didn't -- or couldn't dance. It had been numerous decades since he last tried to after all, but that was his old self. One he didn't feel so connected to anymore, not after everything he had endured. But that wasn't something to linger his thoughts on, not in this moment.
Then she had her arm around his shoulders and such thoughts soon melted away, his attention quickly being drawn to her, and only HER. His eyes locked onto Wanda’s as he leaned closer, listening to her and taking in those words. What could he say? He turned away for a moment, his glance hitting his metal hand as his mind focused on her comment. The warmth of the kiss was welcoming, and a smile quickly curled in response.
But, despite how comfortable he felt with Wanda resting by his side, his thoughts still wallowed over her teasing comment -- because that's all it was, really... wasn't it? He was being stupid, they were in private and no, as long as Steve and Zinda were at the gala, there wouldn't be any disturbances, no one to barge in. He couldn't be embarrassed and he didn't have to hide. Bucky's smile faltered slightly, though Wanda couldn't see. She wouldn't keep bringing this up for no apparent reason, at least that's what he was currently mulling over in his head.
He let out a short laugh, a smirk playing on his lips when he glanced back down to her. "That does sound better than the other events." He grinned somewhat sheepishly, tilting his head more towards her. "You can steal me anytime." His tone was far softer than previous, and his right arm moved to gently squeeze around her waist. God, he still couldn't believe that they were able to do this, without the worry and threat of anyone catching them. The rest of the Avengers were still in the museum, as far as he knew. And they would be for the remainder of the night, Steve specifically. Probably caught up in some discussion with the politicians or charity workers. However, Bucky couldn't help but be reminded back to the fact he hadn't even replied to Wanda's... subtle request.
"Alright, maybe I would." He spoke within a breath, though there was an amused smile displayed as he did. "Y'know, dance... if ya really wanted to." He continued, shuffling himself down to be more level with her. "But don't laugh -- if we did.”
When it was said and done, Steve was the last one left in the conference room. The meetings had taken a familiar pattern: they go over the video clips (never enough to figure out what to do next), the intel (shoddy and ever changing. The Joker seemed to be even more unhinged than Loki, his motives unclear after all of these months), and then decide what to do. Clint speaks up, Wanda speaks up, Tony speaks up. None of them are wrong, but it still doesn’t feel right. They talk it out, then things get more heated. Someone breaks first and leaves and the rest follow suit. Nothing gets resolved because still, no one knows where the Joker is.
Steve stood at the window, a million potential disasters on every corner, in every shop and office, in the buses that navigated the streets. He was tempted to go down there and do something useful, but lately the people of New York seemed to be more hostile to the Avengers than he ever remembered. He’d told Wanda once that their line of work meant that sometimes you couldn’t save anybody. But you had to try to do everything you could, to save as many people as you can. That was the only way.
This wasn't a conference the Winter Soldier wanted to attend, not after how the last one he was present at went down. Not after how Stark's eyes would shoot daggers towards him. Not an unusual occurrence, but it wasn't the type of environment Bucky needed to be in right now. Besides, he was aware of what the Avengers would be discussing - The Joker. His attack, that didn't affect him... because he wasn't there. He had left the gala with Wanda, who was now stuck in that same conference room he was avoiding.
Despite not attending this particular meeting, Bucky still found himself in the tower, arriving with Steve and loitering his time until he finally 'decided' not to join them at the last-minute. He wasn't a hero, and he couldn't help. Even if he wasn't trying to avoid any confrontation, his attendance still seemed pretty pointless to him. As it always did. Because he wasn’t a goddamn HERO. Still, he was surprised -- relieved Steve hadn't asked anything about that night, and why he had disappeared from the venue whilst all of this was happening. Thank god.
Sat back on one of the seats with a hood shading his features, his eyes glanced to the swinging doors -- spotting the familiar faces leaving one by one... although someone was absent to this. Steve, of course. Who else would stick around until the end, probably rearranging some files, or going through the documentation. Bucky waited until everyone else had left, and slowly made his way down the hall until he reached the room. His friend stood, gazing out of the glass wall. He was probably too distracted to hear Bucky enter, as he didn't even seem to flinch from the door closing shut behind him.
Regardless, he made his way over and joined Steve by the windows, his focus quickly dropping to the tiny cars, and the dots maneuvering across the streets. His glance turned to his friend, a sigh escaping before he could speak. Although he still wasn't sure what to say, exactly. Something simple could work. "How'd it go?"
“a dog…?” she repeated, a small (and probably confused) smile was sent his way. it took a moment for wanda to piece it together - from the very little she knew from darcy and bucky. the dog filter, it had to be. it was an amusing thought really, and a statue like that could produce a great result probably. oh well. perhaps not exactly what steve would want to see, but it would probably at least get him to smile over the statue instead of grumbling. “here’s hoping the picture turned out good. i’m not entirely sure i can picture steve as a dog, though.”
and oh, he had to have noticed the slight dip she had just taken. it had come over her quite suddenly, she’d not been able to hide it as well as she would have liked. (and why should she hide it from him? though it wasn’t something she wished to talk about). wanda didn’t want to worry him, nor linger on a subject that might just drag her down. it wasn’t darcy’s fault, of course. wanda had helped steer the conversation towards ultron bad guys. and wasn’t wanda’s past just full of them? and full of protests and riots? it was bound to come up. just… just maybe it didn’t have to know. at least for a little while she could pretend it was all okay.
and she was okay. wanda was comfortable here, in this sparse apartment and with a cooling mug of coffee nearby. cold and dark memories always appeared now and then, that was life. but they had this moment to themselves. finally. she was relaxed, and dwelling on any bad topics was not on her agenda right now. better to be positive and happy, and wanda found that was quite easy to do right now. if he’d asked– but he wouldn’t. just as she hardly ever asked either. it was just a given. she’d say something when she wanted to, when she thought she could.
so instead, she focused on him with a smile that was growing in warmth. wanda didn’t completely ignore what had just happened, as if he was blind enough not to see her face drop, but she only said, “darcy talks a lot. sometimes not about the things i’d like to speak of, but that’s alright.” and she shifted on the couch to turn further towards bucky. she listened to his words and gave a little nod. “i’m sure steve would be happy to talk about it all. maybe try to correct some of the things she believes about that time.” she shrugged. it was an interesting period of time, and wanda didn’t mind hearing stories from steve from that great time period known as ‘BEFORE’ - before the war, or before the serum, before everything now. but… it didn’t hold her fascination. at least not right now.
she bit back a chuckle as he repeated her, glancing away and giving a shrug. a ‘yeah, yeah, i know what i said’ shrug - she really could have worded it better though. still, she was curious. she wanted to know who caught his attention, maybe find out he had enjoyed more than he let on about it. maybe. (better to think of the positive parts). the name– well, it rang a bell. sure. but lots of people were surely called by the name ‘vic’. and wanda didn’t recall talking to anyone of that name during the gala - but maybe she had, and unfortunately the names of some people were just mixed up for her right now. “i don’t think i talked with him tonight. but that’s quite a worthy thing to talk about. that’s nice. it’s good. i think maybe more people ought to here about that kind of thing, have it drawn to their attention. he seems like a nice guy if he was there for that reason.” maybe she’d run into him one day.
her smile almost fell, it stumbled a second as her words caught up with her. she hadn’t meant to– to what? make him uncomfortable? to build up some pressure? upset him? it was such a small thing really. dancing was an interest of hers, and she couldn’t expect them to find everything entertaining to the same degree. it would have just been nice– ah, well, loads of things would be nice. she’d just have to bide her time on the subject. or maybe just not bring it up quite like she had this time again. she was relieved when he grinned back quite quickly, and happy when he moved closer of course. she was smiling back quite quickly, and considered his question.
“well~ since i didn’t talk to any ‘vic’s’ - that i know of, i’m not sure i will have danced with anyone you know. i didn’t really know them, it was still fun though. of course, i’m rather certain less than half of the people dancing actually knew how to dance. but drink is quite liberating it seems.” she gave a shrug, her smile still in place. “in fact, i did have my toes stepped on once…” an amused look passed over her features, and she absently shifted and moved closer to bucky. (okay, maybe not entirely absently. it would be nice to rest against him, wanda had to admit. warm and comforting and nice). “thought of healing my toes then and there but i wasn’t entirely sure i could take all the ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ or the… looks that might get.” and whoops, maybe she was kind of leaning into him. “…and maybe dancing was a bit of an excuse to get away from darcy for a few minutes, wonderful company though she is.” she made a slight face, almost guilty for saying that but– yeah. it gave her a chance to clear her mind and return to darcy chirpier than before.
The small curve of his lips dropped by her comment, although he could tell Wanda was trying to remain upbeat... he was aware of what it was like. To have someone interfere and perhaps ask something too personal, or painful, to talk about. Still, his smile returned when Wanda spoke of the stories Steve would share, he never seemed too reluctant about telling those and would often use them to try to jog Bucky's own memory. "He would." His reply was soft in tone, but simple. His childhood friend was the one to ask about the events, the history, all that had happened between them, the super serum, howling commandos... everything. He could remember, an advantage over Bucky. Fortunately for him, Wanda didn't ask about those times.
He nodded, it was good. Very much so, and one of the qualities he admired about the younger man. He was brave, positive and always trying to do the right thing. He took another sip of his coffee before turning to the brunette, taking in her words. "Yeah, he is." He placed his mug back onto the table before shuffling back into the couch, noticing Wanda had drawn closer towards him, though her smile must have dropped by his remark.
As Wanda spoke, his right arm stretched out onto the back of the couch, a short chuckle escaping when she mentioned her dancing partners not knowing what the hell they were doing. alcohol really must have played a factor in that, and perhaps the reason why they would allow themselves to look so foolish in public. At a fancy gala like the one held. He mirrored her smile, "That's not good." A small smirk began to curl in place of the smile, his eyes fixated on hers even if she didn't realise.
"They were really that bad?" There was an apparent amusement laced into his tone, it may have been caused by the idea of the Scarlet Witch healing herself, there and then or -- because her petite self was now leaning against him. His smile softened, his arm gently fell across her shoulders. "You'd ruin your 'Cobalt Witch' disguise too." He teased, giving her arm a gentle squeeze.
Bucky flashed her a small grin. That did seem like a good excuse, a necessary one to get away from such invasive queries. However, surely she didn't need an excuse to dance? It was something Wanda enjoyed, and actually wanted to do before the gala had even been arranged. His fingers lightly traced up and down her arm, as he rested his head atop of hers.
"But you like dancin'," He mumbled into her hair, before sitting back up again. "I didn't think you needed some excuse for it, Wand." He shrugged a little lazily, looking down towards the brunette beside him.
wanda settled down into the couch, her eyes wandering over to bucky as he made his way over. she supposed that was surprise in his tone. out of all the connections they could have had, and all the ones that could have been brought up at the gala, wanda reckoned darcy was a strange one. nice, but strange all the same. and truthfully, it had taken a couple of meetings to piece together the story of her run-in with bucky. wanda still wasn’t quite sure she could picture bucky’s face upon meeting darcy and hearing her talk - which was a shame. that look was likely quite priceless.
she reached over to her coffee mug, then took another sip before setting it down again. warm, relaxed, and quite happy to sit in peace with bucky, wanda felt a smile spread across her features. “she can be a little… persistent with things. taking a picture of that statue doesn’t seem too odd though. for some reason, i don’t think steve is all that keen with the statue.” it was a little funny really. it was a fairly nice representation, and it was all well meant. but it was quite surreal, and why it would be put up now of all times– well, maybe it gave people hope? weird, but that could be the case. steve didn’t really speak about it much. she doubted a picture from darcy would have brightened his feelings on the statue - but it was likely to have been quite funny.
“we’re…” she paused, a soft chuckle escaping her as she leant back on the couch. she’d have maybe stuck one leg underneath her, but with those heels still on that wasn’t a move that would have gone well. she swung one leg gracefully over the other instead, sitting up with her legs crossed now. “we’ve met a few times, is all. though i think i know an awful lot about her already. i don’t suppose she got really chatty with you as well?” and bucky being such a great conversationalist and all, that would have gone well. at least with darcy speaking, you could sit back and just listen to take it all in wanda supposed.
she glanced away from bucky for a second, her brow furrowing for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair. just further improving that ‘informal’ look. of course her mind had to just go back to ultron now, back to talk of villains. how impossible it was to escape ultron, he always popped up. and with him, that large sense of guilt over being a large factor in creating him and aiding him also appeared. darcy was great company. sometimes she just seemed to have no boundaries, she spoke before thinking. but now was not the time to complain or lapse into regretful silence. “she does seem to know exactly the worst things to say. great things to mention as well, but her timing is off at times. would you believe–”
wanda gave a slight shake of her head, then turned back to bucky with a small smile. actually, going into iltron would not be so much fun. would it? bucky didn’t need to hear that. it wasn’t exactly fun conversation - and since who knew when they’d next get an opportunity like this, just the two of them… best to maybe stick with happier things. her smile was maybe a little off at first, but it warmed as she looked over at him properly. “ah, but– she mentioned you was all. a good thing. and so, of course, i had to take that in. the two of you were an unlikely pair. it caught my attention. though i think she’s more interested in getting steve to talk about all his stories than getting you to speak of yours right now.” she shrugged, one hand reaching up to idly play with a throwaway curl that was appearing at the side of her face.
“were there any other people, besides the avengers and darcy now i suppose, you recognised? i can’t imagine it would have been all that fun to just wander without knowing anyone else.” at least wanda had been with others who had pointed out some of the main people. and thanks to avengers work and all the policies people were trying to push about heroes, she knew a fair few people involved in the politics side of things already. “i managed to meet a few new people - luckily not those overly keen on the mayor, or that think heroes are just a menace. i was kind of surprised. i thought most of them would be fisk supporters. or just… idiots. but there were plenty of people to dance with when others were not so readily available. kept me all cheery and happy at the gala,” she teased, smirking over at him for a quiick moment.
The mug rested against his metallic palm, a small smile began to tug onto the corner of his lips as he listened. Wanda wasn't wrong about that, Steve really didn't seem too impressed by the monument and he was unsure why Darcy had thought differently on the matter. He tilted his head, "He's not, he hates that kinda thing. She was gonna--" He paused, a crease between his brows as his glance reverted back to the mug. "Turn him to a dog?" Yeah, modern day technology could be pretty damn weird. Whatever Darcy had on her phone definitely fell under that category.
Wanda's soft chuckle could only make his smile grow and as she answered, he could only return it. Yes, she was super chatty and Bucky felt like he had already heard her entire life story after just one meeting. Before replying, he took a sip of the coffee and nodded. "She did, I didn't know what to say to half of it." Perhaps more than half, really... and that wasn't exactly unusual for him either. Bucky was not the talkative and social person he once was anymore, that was apparent. However, he did TRY to listen to her, though the constant subject changes and speed of her voice did deem that a little difficult.
He did notice the change in Wanda’s expression once she turned away, and as she continued, her words began to concern him. But he couldn't ask -- could he? He shouldn't, he didn't want to upset her, or have her think of whatever Darcy said anymore. It clearly affected her in some way, and as she shook her head with a halt to her sentence, he knew his answer. To just leave it be. Bucky wanted to help... to be there for her, but it was still a tricky task for him. He didn't even like speaking such painful thoughts as it was, instead he would attempt to push them to the back of his mind. Especially now, when he was with her. This was a time to attempt to stay positive, to try and make some happier memories.
Though it was small, her smile was a little reassuring, however, there wasn't the usual warmth behind it -- not at first, at least. Something had upset her, but regardless of how evident it seemed, Wanda carried on with the conversation. Her mention of him being brought up as a good thing did gain a raise his eyebrows, although he was still confused as to WHY he had been brought up into their conversation -- let alone a ‘good thing’. He smiled in her direction before shaking his head. She did want to hear the stories, but she asked about the past as well, from him. What it was like and the politics, for some reason... information that was still disoriented in his mind. "I couldn't answer her anyway."
His glance turned down to the mug in his left hand once she asked of the others he recognized. "Besides the Avengers?" He looked back up for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips as he repeated her words. There was Victor, of course. Who wanted to be there as much as Bucky did. He shrugged and leaned back further into the couch. "Yeah, it wasn't... but there was Vic, I dunno if you know him, he was tryin' to spread word about the children's hospital. Great guy." His smile prolonged, gazing back to her. He did hope Vic had managed to get through to some of the fat cats on the issue.
It wasn't surprising to hear Wanda had met some new faces at the gala, she was an Avenger after all. And far more social than he could possibly be. He let out a short laugh, though it faded out once she mentioned the dancing. Shit, he was already aware of Wanda's eagerness when it came to the activity -- but he was pleased to hear that she had danced with someone or rather, someones. She deserved that, and she deserved to have fun. It was nice to hear that she did have a good time at the gala in the end, considering how she reacted earlier to whatever... Darcy had to bring up. Bucky noticed her smirk and grinned back, moving himself closer to her.
"Well, I'm glad you found someone who would..." He bit at the inside of his cheek once he trailed off, still feeling that bout of guilt wash over him for not being the one to do so, whenever she had asked before. It didn't help now that Steve would also bring it up, just how much of a dancer he used to be -- back in the day. What now felt like a complete other person to him. “Anyone I know?”
damn it.
she listened to his reply with a small smile, her head giving a soft bob in agreement. “okay. no lies then. that’s probably the best way.” her smile grew as he continued, her shoulders lifting in a little shrug. “and i’m sure i’ll like the boring coffee. what’s not to like with coffee?” wanda had to agree with the lying part as well - no, she wouldn’t want to lie to him either. but were there occasions when she maybe exaggerated a little? most likely. she supposed maybe that was easier for her, a little bit more normal due to her own situation. living as she did, with who she did, it was just kind of common place to joke and play things up like that and– why, why would she over-analyse such small details like this?
as wanda returned the mug, an action she hadn’t really thought about, the brunette shrugged. “no, i don’t suppose i did, did i? i think it was rather a small thing to do, though.” wanda glanced back at him with a warm smile, and was that amusement she sensed in his tone? huh. she thought that it might be. well, good. she did rather like seeing him amused - though this had honestly been just a small gesture. when wanda moved to his side, her arm now around him, wanda’s gaze turned to the counter and the mugs before them. she was quickly snapped back to bucky when his hand touched her hair. crap. right.
her own hand moved to her head, and one of strands there which had started to curl. a sheepish smile tugged up the corners of her lips, her eyes flickering over to his. “i’m going for the messy look right now. from formal at the gala to informal now. mhm.” she ran the hand playing with the curl through her hair and glanced back at the coffee with a chuckle. “i feel i pull off this informal look rather well.” wanda really hoped so - but she didn’t think bucky minded. probably didn’t even think of it at all. it was stupid, and insignificant really, but wanda at least wanted to look somewhat good right now.
grinning now, she pulled the mug a little closer to her - though not like she had to move it very far, considering how close she was to him now. looking back up at bucky, her arm ran lightly up his side to rest gently on his shoulder. “thank you for the coffee. you know, i think the fact the coffee was made by a guy in a suit does make it more than boring already.” wanda gave a nod at her words, and , still grinning, leaned over to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. which of course just led to one more kiss on the lip - just a short and quick kiss, that… may have gone on longer than first intended. it was quite easy to slip and fall into a kiss, to lose herself in one.
after the gala - the bustle, the crowds, and the excitement of her first event like this, she was still coming down from that high. this apartment was nothing like the gala venue, and it was a huge switch from one place to the other. but if questioned? this was probably the most comfortable and happiest she had been that night. the gala had been brilliant (if a little awkward depending on the conversation she’d been having), but it was hard to RELAX in an environment like that. she was a social person but gala’s were something you really had to grow used to.
and there was really something she was forgetting… right~ she broke apart after a moment, smiling over at him. her forehead rested against his as she glanced down at the coffee and said, “right. yes. the coffee, thank you. i could probably use some milk, mhm.” it took a little bit longer, but she did move just a little from him eventually to grab the milk and add it to her mug. as much as a caffeinated drink was probably good for her right now, and nice and warm… well, moving in closer to bucky was warm as well. still, with her milk added, her attention turned to that and she took a sip. it was good (not spectacular and maybe boring, but it’s coffee, it always tasted like this to a tea person).
moving away, she moved towards the couch after looking back at bucky with a smile. “you know, i was talking to darcy tonight.” she moved to place the coffee on a table , an amused smile on her features. “so do you often have people ask to sit on your shoulders when you’re out?” of course, that was only one thing they talked about… darcy did often put her foot in it, wanda was finding out.
His smile could only grow by Wanda's response, watching as her hand also ran over the curl. He raised his brows, a corner of his lips tugging more, "You can pull both off, Wand." Though, maybe part of him did prefer her more informal appearance. Possibly because he was the only one to witness it right now. But it didn't matter, both ways were great, and she could certainly pull them off. It had slipped Bucky's mind that he was currently dressed as formal -- and it didn't cross again until Wanda brought it up.
"Yeah--" His gaze fell briefly, to the white buttoned up shirt. A colour he certainly wasn't used to seeing on himself, and the black tie that still held a tight knot around his neck. It was strange, but his eyes flicked back to Wanda's quickly, a bemused expression displayed. "Or weird, right? I forgot I was wearin' it..." His words trailed when her lips met his, the hand against her hip gripping a little tighter around her. It was still amazing to him how much she cleared his thoughts with a simple kiss. The only thing his mind would focus on was her. The thoughts, and sustained anguish seemed to scatter away until they broke apart again. Even if it was brief, it was nice to have this distraction for a while.
The reminder of the coffee could only make him grin once she pulled away, his hand dropping back to press against the counter. "You're welcome." He spoke softly, still amused by the brunette's actions and he watched her grab the milk then eventually move over to the couch again. He picked up his own mug and took a long sip of the hot drink. Yep, nothing spectacular about this blend, but it was coffee. Boring, plain, just how he'd convinced himself to like it.
His glance met Wanda's again, quickly returning her smile and after a moment, he began to shift over to join her by the couch. Though it was only a few steps away, he took pause once she spoke, "Darcy?" The confusion clear from both his tone and expression. Bucky was aware the person in question knew the Avengers, she had mentioned it. Steve and Thor in particular -- but he definitely wasn't expecting Wanda to bring her up, so out of the blue. He took another sip of his drink, before moving closer. He went to place his mug down also, and was kind of glad she couldn't see the way his eyes widened in reaction.
"No." He drew out the syllable a bit, standing straighter to notice the amusement written within the brunette's smile. Oh, he could tell, she was enjoying this. "That was actually the first time," He shot Wanda a look with an arch of his brow. The first time someone had asked, yes. Since it did seem to be Natasha's signature move... "And hopefully the last." He exhaled, dropping down onto the couch and wiping his hand over his face. Why Darcy would bring that up, he didn't know. Nor was he sure he wanted to either, but he wasn't going to ASK. And he wasn't going to ask why she told Wanda that detail of the story.
He shrugged and reached for his coffee, before continuing. "She wanted to take a photo of Steve's statue... and was pretty persistent ‘bout it." He took a gulp, then it did occur to him how little he knew of Wanda's friends -- acquaintances. Just anyone that wasn't normally located in the tower. "So, you two close?" Considering the fact Darcy seemed to speak her entire life story one mile per minute, he did suspect he already was aware of the answer. That would've been something the other woman wouldn't fail to mention.
