Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs ★ Wɪɴᴛᴇʀ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ (serzhant) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-04-27 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, bucky barnes / winter soldier (mcu), miranda lawson |
WHO: Bucky Barnes (MCU) & Miranda Lawson
WHAT: Its a date....maybe
WHEN: 27th April / 19h00, the day after this conversation
WHERE: The Wayland
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Bucky Barnes had a date. At least, he thought so. He was loathe to stick labels onto things in these modern times; everything seemed much less straightforward. The last few days had been good for Bucky; his movie evening with Steve, while debatable on the entertainment choice, had been really great. As had the Haribo. Bucky knew that he had good - and bad - days, but that evening had felt like a good one. It had been so good, in fact, that Bucky hadn't felt hesitant about talking openly on the network. A whole evening of extensive conversation later, well....surprises could still happen. He'd texted Miranda the name and address of the place he had found that morning, not adding much else to the text because - quite frankly - what would he say? Bucky hadn't dated since the 40's and he knew that he was sorely out of practice, not to mention carrying some additional hardware. It was still hard to tell if it was really a date - after all, he'd gone for a drink with Tonks - but the long conversation that he'd had with Miranda felt slightly different....more flirty, if he was being honest. He hadn't flirted since the 40's either, yet it had been almost effortless earlier. A positive note, he decided. By the time evening arrived, Bucky was showered and dressed. His normally messy, dark hair was as neat as it was going to be (considering its length) and he had actually found a dark blue button-up shirt in the cupboard, although he couldn't remember actually buying it. Paired with some black jeans, his boots and leather jacket, he felt like he'd made somewhat of an effort; he didn't forget the glove for his left hand, though. He knew that she had learned things about him on the internet but he wasn't going to put his vibranium limb on display. That could be saved for later, or even another time, if he was lucky. It didn't take him long to reach the place that they were meeting; usually, he walked places - since he didn't make a habit of leaving the house if he wasn't working - but the place was far enough to warrant using the motorbike. It was nothing fancy, just functional. Popping inside, he checked on the reservation that he'd made at the last minute - a table for two, away from the noise - but didn't go sit down. Instead, he waited by the entrance for Miranda to arrive. |