Deyanira smiled nervously when she saw Bucky on the couch.
She walked over placing the box of cookies on the table, "hey" she said, taking a seat.
This time though she seemed more open. Whether it was the clothes that were newer and no longer chosen deliberately to hide her arm or if it was the way she sat facing Bucky, legs crossed and no longer did she sir at the farthest edge of the couch.
"I brought cookies" she smiled, "I didn't make them because I doubt getting poisoned halfway through our conversation would be ideal" she joked.
"I wanted to talk" she finally says, "not about anything specific. We just haven't gotten to talk alone and I know that's mostly because of me but if you're free...."
"I'd love to get to know my adoptive guardian more" " she smiled, tapping her leg nervously.
Was hoping for fluff with jokes and hugs if you're up to it
He hadn’t expected company. Hell, he hadn’t expected her. Not like this, shoulders not as tightly wound, no hoodie sleeves pulled long to cover trembling hands, no seat taken like she was always on the verge of flight.
When Deyanira walked in, Bucky’s first instinct was to brace, old habits, but instead, he just blinked, watching her set the box down like it was some sort of peace offering.
He sat up straighter. His eyes flicked down to the cookies, then to her, really looking. The newer clothes, the missing weight in her posture, the nervous but deliberate way she faced him. It knocked something loose in his chest. The kind of thing he didn’t have a name for, but it ached in the best way.
He let out a quiet laugh at her poison joke, short, surprised, real.
“Guess that’s a smart move. Would’ve made things real awkward halfway through me complimenting the chocolate chips.”
The words landed soft, but the impact was seismic. It caught him mid-breath. For a second, Bucky just looked at her. Not with pity. Not with worry. But with this stunned, quiet warmth, like someone who’d just been handed a fragile gift they didn’t think they deserved.
He shook his head a little, the corner of his mouth twitching into something half smile, half disbelief. His voice came lower now, softer.
He gestured loosely at the empty space beside him.
“I’d love that too. Getting to know each other... sounds better than most things I do in a day.”
“And for the record? You showing up like this… it means more than you probably think.”
