Her confused look should have unsettled him, but instead it just made an amused smile form on his lips. Honestly, he didn’t know what to do. He was severely out of practice when it came to women and expressing interest. And it wasn’t as if he could slip back into the swagger of old Bucky, the Bucky who, though he treated women with respect, never took a date more seriously than a flavor of the week. It wasn’t that he wanted to take Darcy more seriously than that- or didn’t want to, he hadn’t put that much consideration into it, but times were different and he was different.
But he had tried, looking less homeless with only one day’s worth of scruff on his face. His hair was more kept than some of their previous encounters, though he refused to get it cut much shorter. He’d grown used to it. In the end, he supposed kissing her cheek wasn’t much of a move, but he wouldn’t take anything from a girl she didn’t want him to have- and that included a kiss.
“Actually-” the hesitance in his voice, he was loathe to call it nervousness, nearly made him cringe, “-I was wondering if you were busy today?”